TheSilentPoet

An explosion like an owl flapping its wings echos around my heart,
taking my breath like an early morning sunrise.
A candle flame flickers in time with my breaths,
Gold flecking my tongue.

I want to worship the curve of her waist,
And fall in love with the way the sun hits her eyes.

I want to trace every scar and imperfection with my fingers,
And hold her hand when she is unsteady.

Counting up the minutes,
6 hours is close enough to 7,
Close enough to 8.

Counting down the days,
Until I can leave,
Until I can sleep,

Days turn into hours,
Hours into minutes,
Minutes into sand,

The world is relentless in their fury,

Society is the judge and the jury,

But if they’re not careful he’ll become the executioner,

And take down not only the prosecutioner, 

But them as well,

How do you fall in love with a shooting star?

A tail
So blindingly white,
But if you blink,
You miss it.

Here for only a moment,
Only seen by those who are looking for it,
Beauty so exquisite,

Ice cream or Badminton?
Badminton
TV or Badminton?
Badminton
New friend or Badminton?
Badminton
Me or Badminton?
You