Sometimes I wish I had the courage to actually say things.

Today had its ups and downs. I wrote this poem in a spur of ideas during english class back in September. I finally finished it today.

Darkened evenings turned to twilights,
Where we danced and swayed like sunflowers
In a field, moving until
The sky hinted pink,
Where we then fell asleep
With feet and hands entwined,
Connecting our dreams together
And allowing us to share our lives
Like I have never given before,
We live in perfect harmony.
Too many times we tiptoed
Across pebbles in a running stream,
With the moon gleaming
Parallel to our heads,
Stars beaming philosophical signs and crickets
Dropping beats and rhythms
Quicker than a human could ever do.
We jump from log to log,
Branch and twig,
And we collapse in leaves
Like a mattress full of feathers.
Tattooed words snake down your arms,
Forever remembered
And symbolically teaching the unaware.
I trace each letter with my finger,
Feeling the meaning behind each one.
With every touch,
And every spoken word that leaves our lips,
I feel closer to you.

I like tattoos. This one's for my dad.