The mystery that is you.

The way you laugh
seems to stop time
and the twinkles in your eyes
whisper of wonderful stories
moments captured by your liveliness 
and seconds cherished by your heart
the things you don't say
leaving room for what you might imply
and how you brush your hair out of your eyes
the way moonlight caresses your face
like your it's newborn child
and how your outward calmness
kinda, drives me wild
you're mistirous 
magical 
and not yet mine
but maybe you will see in time
that I am magic with words and rhyme
i am a poet
and a secretive beast 
but I know how to love 
and how to be sweet.



 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

More by Inkpaw

  • The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker