dedicated to a friend. happy birthday, girl.
how do i
(just a dreamer)
convince you
that you are real
that your eyes light up
storms stitched of torment
that books blush
when you pick them up
that flowers watch you
like we watch stars in the sky
that we are waiting for you to fly
that we know you will
how do i
(with only words)
convince you
that you are a goddess
help you believe in your promise
you are magnificence, personified
crafted in layers of intellect and joy
uncertainty and mistakes
crafted into someone who has
wings, they are biding their time, waiting
to be unfurled
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you.