Wednesday 8 May 2024
I look at you while you're cooking. Hair tied up. A rogue hair strand of your hair falls in your eyes. You laugh and look at me asking me to get it off your face. I fix your hair and try to fight this feeling. I want to hug you from the back. Hold you as you're making dinner. And rest my head on your shoulder. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask. "I just zoned out" I reply and you shrug. Oh my love how can you not know how beautiful you are?
We are out in the lands of magic, there is nothing you cannot be. Walk around the soft grass and write stories about the lakes, use your wings that have remained hidden for so long, and fly away to heights that cannot weigh you down. You are meant for musings, you are meant to be kissed like a photograph found after ages. You deserve slow dances, you deserve smiles, you deserve to be heard and felt. You deserve to be like a music album where the lyrics are nothing but snippets from your life. You deserve to live your dreams, the same dreams that keep you going. You are a dream, please be around dreamers.
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