23/11/2017
Like I Used To
APRIL 25 · FRIENDS
Ever since you've picked me up, Ever since you've held me there. I haven't been able to write about you Like I used to. No color in the sky, Nor any color in the rainbow With any shade, or any tint, Is quite as vibrant as my heartbeat When I'm next to you. No melody, No harmony written on paper, Sounds so beautiful as you. No heavenly instrument plays with my head As gently as your voice does. No model, in any magazine, With any amount of surgery, Could have the face of which belongs to someone Whose beauty is as incomparable as yours. No camera, expensive and intricate, Could capture a soul as grand as yours. No artist, young or old, Could pull off an aesthetic Quite like yours. No one with God as my witness, Will hold my heart in such an elegant, Angelic manner just as you do. No one as I swear on my life, Will force the kind of tears from my eyes That fall as deeply as I have for you Like you do. No, Ever since you've paved my path, this path, Which causes me to trail on with my words, I haven't been able to write about you Like I used to. No one will cause me to write Quite the way, Like you do.