someday.

i would love to be friends!! thank you so much!!

.

may we all be little fungi

dancing on the forest floor

¡

Please, pity not the flightless bird

who’s finally found Icarus wings,

nor should you weep o’er death of her

for whom all lovely Nature sings.

More beautiful than Life was she

whose heart, though torn, was made to mend,

and, doing so, made Destiny

her everlasting dearest friend.

Tragic though a life cut short

would seem, a rarer joy is this:

that ending this young life brings forth

.

is blinded by you;

still i try to

tamp it down and keep the lid on

tight, like how i want to hold you.

those hazy, foggy days and nights,

you putting all my wrongs to rights,

showing me the depths

of my longing can’t be swept

away

(like you have me, right off my feet)

under a rug or into a corner.

(so cliche, but how else am i to say

you’re the first to ever come close

to making forever seem only a day?)