Ever streaming concious thought
bubbles up and over flows
like fizzing wine in a crystal bottle
from your mouth
Tears surface and rim your eyes
as secrets and regrets
pour like foam
from your perfect lips
Eyes darting wildy
as if you were sinning madly
telling me what you feel
how you think
what you want
acting
As if god himself
would strike down his hand
and tell you that
you are wrong
I know not how
you can hate yourself
when all i see is beauty
if there ever was a 'perfection'
or something of the like
Your face
your beautiful face
is what comes to mind
Your smile,
your laugh,
your happiness
your sadness
your dreams
your ambitions
your truth
your lies
your love
your hate
your passion
your insicurities
your imperfections
are all perfect
the good
the bad
the ugly
the mundane
all of it
And i cry for you my friend
for it pains me so,
that you cannot see
that you are so blind
to the person i see
when i look at you
ill lean in close
as you pull away.
Dont worry
its not that kind of kiss
Your forehead
soft and smooth
bears the mark of my compassion
for you
and all you are.
I wish you happiness.
A little light in your dark dark room
An open heart
and an open hand.
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