White cotton falls from the sky
I chase after them with pale fingers
Like tall grass dancing in the wind.
They rest on my hand like the tears of summer,
And like you,
Disappear with the gentleness of a passing breeze
Of dried red autum leaves
leaving no trace but that on my heart.
I wish I was a cloud
Drifting to you whenever
I would take the form of rain
And comfort you by caressing your cheeks
I would block the rays
From your peace as you smile in your sleep
I would fill the empty glass
With my tears to quench your thirst
And when you look at me and frown
I would disappear as mist
As the orange blossom of the setting sun.
yet elegant coat her,
nonchalant and magical.
her legs give way and her blood turns cold?
and her boots sink deep into the icy field of white.
She smiled and in seconds, my heart was stolen. She held her hand out to me, beaming from ear to ear.
She had the cutest gap-toothed smile. Brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and a thick fringe hung over her forehead. Giggling, she took small steps towards me.
“I’m sorry.” She said, her voice clear as a bell.
“Do you know why you’re saying sorry?” I interrogated her as I bent down to get a close up of her beautiful eyes.
“I pushed him. It’s not nice to do so. I will give him my cupcake so he feels better.”
I sighed and a flicker of a laugh escaped my lips. How could one stay angry at a grade school student? It was an impossible feat.
I like the way
your almond eyes shine;
when you say babe or hi.
You make me an angel,
your love and admiration
makes me fall deeper for you.
You take a deep breath–
my heart skips a beat,
I’m falling, cartwheeling
to an eternity of you.
Like so many times before, you welcome me with open arms. I give you a firm hug, a hug that says I’ve missed you. You laugh and smile, but I know that it’s not for me.
It doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s the smile you give to strangers, to people wheeling past.
Remember the times when we laughed about how our professors spoke with a weird voice? Or that time when you slept over at my place and we talked about deep topics? You had opened your heart to me back then.
What about now?
With withering hands, I hold on tight to the jewel that has been my life’s treasure; with politeness you throw it into the horizon like a skipping stone.
In the dark, midnight sky, I watch as it falls like a shooting star.
I followed you,
your trail of blazing fire
that flared up in the sky,
that plunged the world in red,
You stilled my heart with red fingers,
brushed my ebony hair with a soft whisper,
like the last rays of the setting sun.