everything is better silent.
everything is more beautiful alone.
i am everything.
i allow spelling mistakes
and allow hairs out of place
and allow messy rooms
and allow breathy laughs
and allow it all.
spring is here
i hope -
i ask the sun about it
; she smiles and warms
my bruised knees.
my fingers
are just like the flowers,
dipped blue in my
shallow breath and
blooming in the cold
promise of my legs.
it’s all the same
and so different too.
everything is
written to me.
as winter freezes away
and i miss it with all my
heart,
i am the only one to see
the warmth of spring.
i am
the only one to breathe
the air and
love the sun
and lay on the ground.
spring is the sweetest
thing
and i am falling in love in love in love.
spring is the sweetest
letter,
a promise of new life
and new love
and new girl.
the sun pings off
the mirrors and the
windows
and i see it in a million different ways
but?
it’s all the same !
it’s all a sweet letter
to my sweet love,
my spring.
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