Those little green creepers you’re so fond of,
The ones that grow enough to cover walls–
What if I told you that’s what you are?
The way you took up all of my heart.
A love growing within me,
I didn’t see it coming
Until I was enveloped completely
In an embrace so warm,
So new, so comforting,
I let you grow on me.
Just a little like it was nothing,
I told myself it couldn’t be true,
For who could have ever known
How my longing for you only grew?
If there is to exist an inch of my soul
That your love hasn’t touched,
That your heart cannot thaw,
I’ll wish upon the moon and stars
For the green leaves and vines
Dotted with flowers a sunshine yellow–
If all of me were to be consumed,
The best way there can ever be
Is to let my love for you grow.
Perhaps, you’re oblivious
To how beautiful it is
To lose myself in your grace,
Unapologetic and unfazed–
I never knew I needed you
Until you looked my way.
So, if our fingers were entwined
Like the little creeper’s tangled vines,
Would you be a part of me
Like creepers on the walls they grow?
Of all the walls to ever exist
If the walls of my heart are what you chose,
Then it must be fate, so be it,
Like little green creepers,
Hold on to me
And let our love grow.
Once again, deviating from the original prompt given via napowrimo.net, I decided to compare two very unlikely, but surprisingly synonymous things in my life: the person I love and his aesthetic. It’s safe to say that it’s one of the most poetic things ever.
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