To WriteMature

My heart sometimes clashes
with the words in my head
I want to write you
and sunsets
that smell like you
and feel like you
yet I cannot
I feel speechless and lost
a little broken-hearted
with such a problem as this
I want to write the way you look at me
when we’re talking quietly
with cigarettes and daydreams
fluid in our fingertips
with guitar strings and love songs
playful on our lips
I would give anything
to write the way your smile
is the greatest kiss to have
to write your voice
like the tinkling class
to write you
like the god damn angel you are

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