Someday I'll wake up on a Saturday
And put my bare feet on the hardwood floor
Lazily find my way to the living room window
Let the wind caress me before i get to my chores
There'll be ample sunlight for all my plants
And tall wooden shelves for all my books
And before i hop into the shower I'll light some candles
And once i am done there'll be my favourite breakfast to cook
I'll sip coffee with the love that i have for no other
The house would show every piece of my heart
The paintings, the furniture, the wallpaper
they will all hold a story
Even though the little cat has torn its corners apart
Maybe I'll share that home with someone
And everytime we see each other we kiss
Or maybe they're still asleep because school is exhausting
Or maybe having someone is not something i miss
Because there will always be strawberries in the refrigerator
And enough memories to be reminisced
And when the day is done
with me having not done much at all
I will still smile and be glad to exist
Someday it'll be just like this
09:04 p.m.
22.05.2020
I know enough
To know that I love
The things that
I wish everyone could see and love
About you
I know enough
To know your eyes
Brown flecked with
Gold and green (my favourite colour)
You know things, too
I know enough
To know your past
Hurt and mistrust
You didn't deserve//I wish I could erase it
No kid does
I know enough
To know your laugh
Warm and comforting
Casting it's light in bursts over my heart
You are too kind
I know enough
To know your mind
In the ways that
I find enchanting, like standing at the shore
Of the beach (it has its moments)
I know enough
To know your heart
The pieces you've shown
Are strewn across my thoughts
I will be careful with
You- I know
You- I trust
You- I don't care to finish that word
If it is unknown to you, perhaps I can keep it a secret from my own mind
I know, I know, I know | @rose-resplendent
The truth in this...
βGreat minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people.β
β Eleanor Roosevelt (via goodreadss)
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My dearest Poeta,
You say that after you leave, then will I understand why storms are named after people.
But why would you leave me?
All that you bring, I welcome and make a home for, in my smile, in my eyes, in my heart, in every thought I have, and in every breath I take.
There is only you.
And if I cannot live in the heart of this storm, then I will live high on the cliffs of forgotten memory - with it when it disperses.
Never forget that I love you, I long for you; Even when you are with me.
Together we are a perfect storm.
π
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Keep going. Your hardest times often lead to the greatest moments of your life. Keep going. Tough situations build strong people in the end.
β Roy T. Bennet, The Light In The Heart