I am jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have ever been. I am jealous of the wind that ripples through ur clothes
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Lostpoet · M
I am jealous of the painter that can paint the brightness in your eyes
as you stare down at the cat in our breeze way climb its way out
If I could sculpt the perfect hollow space of the small of your back
If I could sing with perfect Falsetto the feeling of you not with me
If I could perfectly act out the happiest moments of our lives in the mirror
If I could bake so that the sweetness of you fills our house with your warmth and scent
If I could capture with the flick of the shutter the innocence of your walk
If I could touch the keys of the piano the same way I know how to touch you so that you a wake and come a live under my fingers tips
as you stare down at the cat in our breeze way climb its way out
If I could sculpt the perfect hollow space of the small of your back
If I could sing with perfect Falsetto the feeling of you not with me
If I could perfectly act out the happiest moments of our lives in the mirror
If I could bake so that the sweetness of you fills our house with your warmth and scent
If I could capture with the flick of the shutter the innocence of your walk
If I could touch the keys of the piano the same way I know how to touch you so that you a wake and come a live under my fingers tips
