Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

and all you are

sloppy late night handwriting
as i try to describe
every butterfly
in my stomach
when i think of you
ink scrawled across the page
or the back of some crumpled
just the desperation
of words
eager to escape
but impossibly, impossibly
when it comes to you
and all you are
and all you are
how can i write you
when you are everything
and the world
would be a little colder
should i have never met you
i am lucky
beyond words
i cannot describe
that kind of luck
how could i possibly
how could i possibly
begin to describe
the wonder that is you?

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *