It's Life is Beautiful
Surprise disappointments and secret places
Long talks that make you
not want to stop talking
Butterfly knives and belting ballads
It's foggy windows in
empty parking lots
for innocent reasons.
And I'm high
off coffee and car wrecks.
confessions and the concept of being
honored. and truly seen.
Of being pursued
when I was off-guard
has seemingly captured me in a way
I can't articulate.
Is this really happening?
My heart is echoing your "someday" song.
Unseen windows are unfolding wide
where doors once stood.
I could be amazed
if my heart wasn't torn.
Bad timing messes up our rhyme, but I know
you're waiting there
Between my jumbled lines.
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