i have never seen something so beautiful

when we lay in the grass. green feins tickle your ears twitch

your eyes as vibrant as the deep blue sea

trimmed with brown, flecks of gold like a crown, i could get lost and honestly never want to come out

its like a universe, a world in there, I could spend my life trying to count how many shades of blue reside inside

i regret doubting beauty in a 1x1 inch abyss of breeze orchids and solid gold, but this promise i hold

i have never seen something so beautiful

when we lay in the grass your hair falls above your brows

a moment i dont want to leave for now, a sight like the way a feather falls from a skyscraper

a texture so smooth that when i touch it i almost feel nothing,

like braiding hair under water, less with ease, though, harder

your beauty always a thought in the back of my brain, this promise i will always sustain

i have never seen something so beautiful

when we lay in the grass, your fingers curl the stems

an end with no begin, an endless torture, i hang heavy on a nuse, i wish the rope was loose

but watching you fingers fidel with something other than my own is abuse

you wrist hang lifeless, and your fingers cold and blue, but, my dear, on solid truce

i have never seen something so beautiful