i'm probably going to regret posting all these poems i found that i wrote before, but it's a part of my growth, i guess. if there were ever a guy that infatuated you so, one whose mere presence made your heart skip two beats - then this is definitely him. i know this poem was for that guy. (and no, i will not name him)

when i lay beneath the silent murmers of the stars each night
my world begins to float
and i escape into this whole new realm
where flowers bloom year round,
where the sky is forever blue,
where rain feels as smooth as an angel's touch,
where whispered thoughts become reality.

more than anything he'd love to hike
up deep into the mountains
where he could swim under a beautiful rainbow waterfall.
when he smiles
i swear i feel rivets up my spine
i'd smile back
and hope that one day
i can venture into the next tomorrow
to turn my dreams from whispered thoughts to reality.

he was the best thing that ever became of me
i learned the truth about passion from the twinkle in his eyes
with his gentle touch
the floodgates of my silent dreams awake
his artistic hands teach me the curvatures of the earth
how the world can end and begin with a simple kiss
the strongest feeling in a single soul
is the soft beating of two hearts thumping as one
he sang sweet nothings about the mystery of love
twirled me under the moonlight in my imaginings
whispered thoughts of a feverish romance burning in his soul

everyday i dream of the magical moment
when love unspoken breaks the crystal glass
and shatters into a thousand pieces at his feet
the realization in his eyes
could turn chocolate into gold
and then i wouldn't have to escape into a separate atmosphere
to feel his perfectly parted lips on mine
his harmonic breath dancing on the tiny hairs at the back of my neck.

i would be swept into the peaceful currents of my own fantasy
my make-believe racing pulse would be real
he'd find me, and penetrate my being with his deep blue eyes
and whisper thoughts of a love unexplored
take my hand into his
and walk into the sunset
uttering faint desires that never compared
to the brokeness of my whispered thoughts.