May lie in my bed
scrolling thru lies in my head.
Should I deny or confess?
Or try and finesse?
When I reply
because eyeing your texts
is like pie in the sky I try to ingest.
My life is a…
I shouldn’t try –
Adding my time to your chest
putting your heart beat under duress.
I rather be wise keeping my ‘why’s’ to my chest.
Darkening this truth from the light it reflects.
I think I know why we connect.
You’re so much more, yet you know act its like being less.
Suddent truths may produce a rise in our stress.
Surprised how you rise despite
when most would fall to their demise,
from life’s bitter tests.
Purpose is perfect timing at best,
but forget time, to most, it’s just confining I bet.
Therefore, meeting you, I’ll just describe it as blessed.
Here’s to, poetic descriptions.
If, Rose Is your blush, then Violet your dress.
Now may I have this dance as I figure out how to confess.
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