Cydtalks
Poems
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I want our love to bloom
Want our hands to Intertwine like grape vines
Like a primrose I just need a little sunshine to grow
Just need a little sign to know that you are worth wishes on dandelions
So I can blow these what ifs away
The what if you go or what if you stay
I can’t go through another day unsure
What if the world ends and I never let my hearts spill its secrets to you
Hesitancy bores holes in flowers
Devours the beauty in life
So I spill my secrets to you and let my heart say the truth that it needs to
Waiting for you to tell me how you feel is like waiting for the sky to reveal the sun
The moon cannot cover up your lack of responses
And my petals will wilt everyday you postpone the inevitable
I apologize for asking for sunshine
When I know you can only bring me rain
And I know I am looking for acceptance in a flower garden of pain
But all this waiting won’t stop me from placing my first name next to your last name
And I know rejection would poison my roots and turn my beauty to shame
But I let you know how I feel so that if you feel the same
Our love can bloom
And hands can Intertwine like grape vines
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Published in 2020 by Permission To Write
Bloom
I would kiss the frog if his heart was a prince,
but it has to be charming.
Always luring me in like a poison apple.
I would fly on magic carpets and rub genie bottles to find him.
In hopes of a fairytale wedding.
He wouldn’t be saving my “poor unfortunate soul”
I kind of like the castle I’m stuck in it’s not perfect but what life is?
I’m perfectly fine with spending hours reading books;
Not judging by the looks just by the context.
If the world calls you a jester,
I’ll be punchline in all your jokes.
In my fantasy I’ll always be your queen and that’s enough for me.
I would kiss a frog if his heart was a prince.
I would try on the glass slipper to try and convince him to see me;
I would be me
and see if that works out.
I would climb up the beanstalk to see if the giant was in doubt and needed some company.
I’m not the only feeling lonely half the time.
I would really love a magic goose to change my mind about reality.
Cause dark magic seems to find me at my lows.
Tries to expose me in front of my foes.
Tries to take my voice and take my life.
I think I have a choice in what I say and do.
If love is really true then it doesn’t matter what he looks like.
It only matters when we say I do.
I do love you unconditionally even if your slimy and green
you mean everything to me.
All I see when I look at you:
A magic carpet ride, an amazing view you’re a dream come true.
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​Published in 2020 by Permission To Write