Potentially Lovely, Perpetually Human
i learnt from the greats

moderateclimates:

I have measured out my life in iambic pentameter;
within assonance, assiduous in its attendence,
lay the key to my left ventricle. The right—

beat lonely as a daffodil, beneath the
sky, blue as bluest blue. Where once petals lay,
two eyes that knew more than I would ever know
sprouted. Then that flower told me a story,
which broke me down to my knees.

I shall compare you to a Summer’s night,
for you wrap around my fragile stanzas.
You blanket me up in smilies, as gentle
as your tongue. Your sweat drips down
into the open chasm of my soul, and I
blend.

And then—
i carry your heart(in my pockets),
where lay lint and crumbled cookies;
there are forgotten sighs in the dark.
you are one of them. 

So;
let us go then, you & I—
we will take the road less travelled,
and I will live out a story book:
whilst you will be a poem—

the poem is the experience 

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    incredible. It takes allusion to another level.
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  6. andsoshespins said: This is fabulous.