How come every time I think of you, I think about poetry.
Could it be the way your name rolls off my tongue so compassionately
Or when I look into your eyes, it hits home like the words of a lyricist .
Every adjective, description, attribute, and identifier
Could not express the words my heart could speak to you
up all night and not a trace of you..

Poetry and you…

Its like you’re in sync with the rhythm of my heartbeat
A full moon on an Autumn night
Star gazing but they don’t correlate to your smile
Cliché poetry
Romanticizing a conversation with you
The shape of your eyes the curve of your lips your abundance of blush a half hearted smile, walls stuck together with concrete, clay, rocks, and mud whatever you could encounter

yet you managed to make it into a grotesque mosaic…

layers of scarred tissues inside the left side of your chest

A faint heartbeat when I lay on your chest, confusion has cause your heart, mind, body and soul to fragment.

you leave me breathless you’re an astonishing mural

matter of fact you’re walking, talking picturesque.

A person with history, and flaws that i yearn for. An eloquent mouth, but you force feed your words. Our love story is a ballad in the making. You’re mine for the taking, till i finish breaking you down, open up and let your love unfold, like the night you once did with me before.