Citrine Dream

I live in those moments where you fly away, out of reach of the stars
You don’t see your wings, but your feathers dance around you, and I can’t help but fall
When I trip into a puddle and fall out the other side, will you be there to catch me?
Because the thunder will come to rumble across my closed eyes
And your name is the only one I would ever call
When you read me stories through the wires, you also send butterflies to keep me company
And next, could you tell me the story of how you got those deadly beautiful eyes
Those soft hands firm enough to hold me together?
I stumbled through rainbow fields and dreary hair before finding you
I had collapsed into that choking white horror land
Happiness ran away hand in hand with my smile
You caught them just before they escaped and melted them into my veins
You’re that constilation I’ve been watching for, your name makes that clear now
Dancing with my very own constilation, no one would ever know how it felt
I put your lips in a clear plastic jar in my closet, I take thought of them when I become lonely
I recall your touch as a rainbow injection to my fingertips
Every time
And you continuously pull at my heartstrings until I unravel in the creases of your forehead
I have lost myself in you, this seems to become daily
And I can’t think straight
When your hot, teasing breath plays with my hair
When the rainbow digits creep up my spine leaving the sweetest warm kisses in their place
You stare into my soul and show me what’s inside with those eyes that melt me defenses
I know, I’ve seen it
I can’t help but do the same to you, for your soul is such a magnificent place
So beautiful
But I’ve only seen it in the moments when your eyes are closed
When you can’t see me
You tell me how beautiful I am
In the moonlight, when we dance
I’ve become so much more than round thighs
Big stomach
That’s not what I am
I’ve never been that
The sweet dreams whispers into my heart every night
And they changed my mind
I know when I sleep, you watch over me
Because there are feathers in my hair and eyes and dreams when I awaken
But on nights when I can’t sleep
I wish the stars had forgotten to blink out that cold Sunday night
That dark, pink mist night of peace
Even the stars were jealous of the way you smiled that night
I’m sure if you asked, they would have change color. But just for you.
Happiness I can’t explain to you how I feel
These words I string together are all I can give you
I hope they’re enough