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More than...Many poets once compared.
Someone close to something nice.
Shakespeare once compared a woman to a summer's day.
But I have a girl you is much too perfect,
to be compared to just a summers day.
She is sweeter than the rarest of treats.
Her skin softer than the softest of silk.
Her eyes glimmer more than the most expensive diamonds.
Her touch warms more than the warmest of days.
Her kiss is more powerful than a million black holes.
Her movement more elegant than the swans of Swan Lake.
Her voice more stunning than that or the mermaid's in legends.
She is perfect and to me she will forever be,
more than any summer's day.
I will always...She believes that she is less than she is.
She wants to be more, more like what I see.
She is afraid I will stop seeing her beauty.
She fears the future, she fears the end.
But for her, I have news.
You must believe for you are more than what I see.
Your more than just what I see. You're so much more.
Do not fear, for shall never loose sight of your looks.
I shall never let myself straw from your beauty, inside or out.
Fear not the future, I will be your shield.
Fear not the end, for I shall never let it come.
Days go by, and times moves slowly.
I wish it would stop when I'm with you.
So you would not need to leave me.
When your gone I wish time to make haste.
So I may feel your lips once more.
Each moment we are apart, I wonder.
I wonder when will I hold you again?
When will I speak with you again?
When will I see that body of an angel again?
I know when I have you.
I will always feel the same.
I will always miss you.
I will always love you.
And I will never look at you, and not see,
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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