Words

words

cannot describe

my heart,

nor my mind,

nor my emotions.

i'm fifteen.

riding the roller coaster of life.

so close- yet so far-

from the climax.

the high.

making my way

through rain,

sun, and snow.

the laughs like springtime bubbles.

the cries like summertime storms.

the jays sing with me in joy.

the crows caw with me in agony.

butterflies fly in my chest when i'm with him

and they emigrate south when he leaves.

i am his sun. he is my moon.

words,

they paint a picture,

but no picture is perfect.

they deceive, pictures deceive

whomever receives the message.

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