two minutes.

*this is no longer relevant. i wrote this a while ago while i was still lovey dovey with an ex.

I can’t paint a picture to tell you how I feel
But I can recite infinite words from infinite verses
And if for two minutes, you keep your lips sealed
I can recite you some emotions in two minute splurges
It could be me and you and our hands in between
And if I drew the hole in your heart, would you pencil me in?
I’ll create you a piece filled with nothing but whispers
In your ear, I want to…
Carelessly whisper
Sweet nothings until those nothings turn into quivers
A soft touch from our lips, they linger
But trust me, if I was just a little bit richer
I’d take you to all the galaxies
Ride a shooting star where your love can straddle me
Cradle me
In the grooves of your arms
Tell me I’m your queen and king you’re my star
Shooting distances where only your paper and my pen can meet
Like graffiti to a wall
You’re my blessing in the streets
And your heart, is my present in disguise
Silently asking to keep it by the look in my eyes
And I’ll mold your fingers to interlock with mine
Like I said in the last poem, we match
But this time it’s like good food and wine
The silhouette of our kiss is like love’s new design
And this is no longer child’s play
Cause we’re growing into refined
The syllables of your mouth are being embedded in my mind
And for some reason, that’s all I can say
It’s a night different from others with confessions made
And for tonight, I’ll wear my heart on my sleeves
Then morning, you’ll see it lay upon my jeans
Right next to “weak” whose house is in my knees
Three uttered words, let my heart be the mouth
Last confession made
My two minutes is almost out
So let me paint a picture with the words stumbling out
Let me scribble marks over yesterday’s doubts
And let me edit our emotions with today’s marks
Transform what we had into a modern day spark
And it’s pointless to tell you that I’m in love with art,
but I think you’ll like it when I say that the best part of your “heART” is the art.