So now I’ll just wait for this new life to begin.
With my eyes set on the path, and my back to the wind.
But for now I am just a boat washed upon the shore.
Forever destined to never sail once more.
A unique little thing created by someone we try to understand.
Born to be different, yet destined to conform.
Spending life in a free fall.
Gliding gently down.
Slowly.
Waiting for it all to end.
Forever embracing impact, forever looking beautiful.
Until the day when conformity comes.
Whatever used to seem special, won’t matter.
It all fades to white.
As another snowflake falls to the ground.
There she goes.
A skip in her step.
A dance in her walk.
Her hair like the sun.
Her eyes on the stars.
Those kind eyes that shine with a familiar warmth. As to tell you that it’s finally going to be okay.
I ask her if I may warm her hand. If she warms my heart in return.
There’s not much left of this heart.
It’s been through the twists of life.
It’s been crushed by countless crushes.
But I ask you to take this paper thin heart, and fold it.
Bend it to fit your liking. Into what you think looks best, Into what you call perfect.
I want to stay by your side forever, if you’ll allow me.
I’ll follow you off every cliff and every bridge.
I’ll throw my life away for a chance to stare into the blue and green oceans you call eyes.
I’ll sell my soul to hold you.
Take me somewhere beautiful.
A place where we have the time to lay on a rooftop and count each star, and give them names.
I want to give you a dream. Every little thing you’ve ever wished for in front of you, just waiting for you to grasp it.
Take it.
Take this paper heart and turn it into a card.
Draw a flower or a tree on it. Something yellow is preferred.
Write something sweet on the inside. Tell me you love me.
I’ll read it every night when my thoughts tend to get the best of me.
I promise one day I’ll be perfect.
It’s what you’ve always deserved.
Here she comes.
A skip in her step.
A dance in her walk.
Her hair like the sun.
Her eyes on me.
My eyes on her.
Where they belong.