I don’t have much to brag about
other than you.
It’s like my brain stands on its tiptoes
every time I find out something new about you,
it’s like the sky was built to remember us
every time I spill rhymes that say your name.
I let you lead me like the crystals you leave behind
when you lift your footsteps,
when we touch these intertwined hands are a bond
and we make ultraviolet skin look like it’s not even rare.
We are resplendent,
we walk like every color is ours.
"...my brain stands on its tiptoes..."
Lines like this make my poetic aesthetic day! AND "...we walk like every color is ours..." (Enter cheering here) :D - Lady A -