Anonymous
asked:
There must be some Latin word for what you are / some no-direct-translation but a million meanings for you / all silver blooded and ancient mists / that are sliding through my hands / all stars with stories that have never been written down / all lines of your throat and nubs of your back that I could trace over and over again / I have this memory / where I stand (1/2)
behind a string in an art museum / with my arms behind my back / this is when I still thought I could brush my emotions onto paper with paint not words / and in my chest there was a whisper / of disbelief / that hands could have made something so beautiful / oh you sunlit art / you have molded yourself into something / I can never comprehend / something so beautiful in your heart / (2/2)
that it has snuck it’s way into mine and made me love you / if I could stand forever / with my hands shaking from never touching / and just stare at all you had to offer / just feeling you in the air / that would be enough (3/2) - 🖖
OH! Oh!! Oh!!! I got a poem!! I got one!! I’m sorry i can’t write anything back oh!!! I’m so happy this is beautiful thank you❤❤ oh my god i can’t believe,, this is incredible!! And it’s so pretty how did you write this?? Wow! That’s some skill i’d say!! Holy!❤❤❤❤❤❤❤