hockeygirlforever

It’s a brave thing to do

To look into a mirror,

staring into those all too familiar eyes,

And not learn to look past the flaws,

But learn to see them all

For what they are,

You promised me galaxies, My Love.
You promised to cradle my head to your chest,
to hold my outstretched arms,
While the sunlight danced between our fingertips,
Sparking upwards towards its cloud-laden home:

Heart, what fancy do you so yearn for now?

You, so unmoved by the wind in its haste,

You, so moved by the sun high in its place,

Yearn you for snow to make your Pome Trees bow?


Or be it fire you ignite for now?

Dear Taco,

She was beautiful in all of the usual ways. She had wide eyes that reflected the depths of the ocean and the heights of the sky, so when others gazed upon them they thought that they could fly.