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Here we are

June 25, 2021
By brownietulips GOLD, Houston, Texas
brownietulips GOLD, Houston, Texas
10 articles 5 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Words mean more at night

I look up at the lumpy cauliflower in the sky and sigh. 

Crickets chirp in the distance as I wiggle my toes into the grainy damp sand. My raw skin burns against the little shards of rock. They pinch my heels. 

The waves crash rhythmically onto shore and I feel the foam tickle my nostrils. 

The breeze picks up and you curl into me. 

I wrap my arm around you and shiver. 

I stare into the fire as smoky tears fill my eyes. 

Feeling heavy, I melt into a puddle. 

I drowsily fall against you and melt away. 

The moment I walked in, I wanted to know you. 

Your eyes pulled me in, and before I could process it, I was talking to you. 

I don’t remember who noticed first, but our meeting was inevitable. 

We were an unlikely pair. 

You were electric and mischievous. 

And I was quiet and frumpy.

Your endless shiny tresses were like your endless words. 

I could hear you talk for years and never get bored. 

Your skill was endless. 

You hated poetry, yet yours was the most beautiful I’d ever heard. 

It was the first time that I was scared to lose a friend. 

You made me who I am and that’s a gift I can never repay you. 

You left pieces of yourself everywhere and I picked them up. 

Before you, laughter was my shield. 

But what many didn’t see was that I was breaking apart behind it. 

I was scared that you’d notice. That I wasn’t worth your energy. 

After all, my confidence was sub zero. 

You did notice, but you saw me the same. 

And for that I love you.

The author's comments:

For Nicky, my best friend 

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on Jul. 4 2021 at 2:42 pm
brownietulips GOLD, Houston, Texas
10 articles 5 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Words mean more at night

@SparrowSun haha it's platonic love :)

on Jul. 4 2021 at 8:59 am
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

romaniclly? sry id continue but i gtg.