i start every letter with a new way to see your eye colors. because dark brown eyes arenât quite like the others and weâre quite common. the way the soil whispers to the roots of everything tall and fragile, we were destined for life. i read when i was 10 that a crucial ingredient for flowers to grow is love above all else. to topple down a freefall, i would love to fall back into you. eres la Ăşnica para mĂ. i start out writing poems for someone that i used to love and you know something that has always bothered me? when people would ask me about love i would say that all love is the sameâ let me explain. throughout your life, youâre always going to love people, youâll always fall in love in some mysterious way. a simple hello, a goodbye to add to your story. so when i say that all love is the same, it rings true. my heart beats to the rhythm of the adrenaline when i want to kiss you. that doesnât change. my fingers follow yours like old paintings searching for god amongst religionâ as if man can find all of his answers while alive. that doesnât change. iâve been searching for a way out through my piano keys, iâve encountered gold by listening to your voice. oh, how the stars have a pretty glow, the eyes of honey dipped dew left on a rose petal before the sun arrives before we wake up too soon. so iâve known love, and they all feel the same. every i love you that has ever left my lips, all transformed into an eternity of chasing and longing. you are a different kind of happy, maybe itâs because a part of who i used to be is still there. beauty is still a weakness of mine and intelligence has to sit pretty high. if all flowers are the same, weâre creating hybrids that donât sit well with the rest of the world. youâre a stone that skips all the way until space ends, if weâre all made with such eleganceâ this would be the end. i can run out of ways to love myself, i can run out of ways to love youâ but as long as weâre still here. the sun can shine a little longer, maybe this warmth makes sense. weâre all alive and here, maybe weâve got purpose and all of this searching means something. to all of the days that i couldnât hold you while you were crying, this is my chance to tell you that iâll be here until the sun is no more. and if one day, iâm in love with a ghost. at least i took a real good look at your eyes and told you the truth. being in love has never felt better. i donât care about the consequences or the aftershockâ if this is the cause of my own heartbreak, at least this time, i get to choose it. if this is poison, let it be the finest. if this is passion, let it be ripe and ready for the picking. if this is love, let it be the only way that i want to be loved. if this is us, let it be our last kiss. because in a world where the lines are blurryâ at least iâve got you. because in a place where weâre slowly dyingâ i can feel my heartbeat across the raining seas and the storming mornings. you arenât just another pair of dark brown eyes, youâre my pair of dark brown eyes.
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