manda
instigator of pottymouthedness
and fade; i sink and swallow
into your ocean tide
screaming down your waterfall
of hope
ripping moments
picking them from the sky,
like raindrops on strawberry vines.
stars carved from my heart
i place them in your sky
wanting to let go of all the fear
and silences that sat in beat with
my heart till now;
plucking the flowers of your soul
and pinning them in my hair
you are the sun on my shoulder
and the tear on my page
into your ocean tide
screaming down your waterfall
of hope
ripping moments
picking them from the sky,
like raindrops on strawberry vines.
stars carved from my heart
i place them in your sky
wanting to let go of all the fear
and silences that sat in beat with
my heart till now;
plucking the flowers of your soul
and pinning them in my hair
you are the sun on my shoulder
and the tear on my page