you deserve more
than simile or metaphore.
my gift will never lend itself
to your description, so words
will never grace the form
and shape of your legs.
my music will never
break the silence
of your parted lips,
and the quiet glow
of my mind
will never shine
brighter than the light
of your eyes.
how could i hope to hold you
with a turn of phrase?
yours are words
i could never begin
to understand.
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and suddenly our bodies remembered
how to move
like a favorite record
you listen to
over and over again
the needle found the groove
and the music we made
played upon our bones
like those fisher price xylophones
taking us back to childhood
when we would smile at eachother and not care why
please credit an authors words. i'd hate to think that some day my words would be good enough to be quoted and left in places for people to read, and then not have my name written next to them.
no one in this world is like shane koyczan. you can find more of his work in his book visiting hours.
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