Ameture

Lol so this is a poem that I wrote a few years ago ummm its kinda cheesy and super unspecific and un-literal anyways this was the first piece I that I was confident about i think its kinda funny but I also kinda like it and it has some decent lines hope you enjoy, 

I will never write a poem that's is as smooth as yours, cause the ink in your pen is only from your

 veins bleeding into your heart connecting your blood vessels to Venice and taking a train from there straight to Paris , where I spent a night or two shivering in the city of love, cause the friend

 zone was all the way up too my neck. Tied by a rope reaching the highest point of the 

Eiffel tower. You had me thinking I would be left there to die but you sent a bird that 

carried me into a cloud, that cloud soon became my best friend. It was so moist my fingers

 started spelling the words death in there wrinkles. It rained thoughts of slow songs

 about fast songs. In the summer it dried up and I made my decent into a field of paper, 

every page with the words "love will never be left behind" I thought this meant you 

must love if you want to live, but how do you love a dead girl? I wrote to her once but there was 

no address for me to send to. I prayed to her once but there was no reply. I kissed her once

 but she's still cold I guess I'm not prince charming cause he died in 2009 and she died after

 that. I know the cops say it was suicide but why would a pretty girl like you kill yourself in

 the middle of a sentence . when you're words were nothing but sweet nectar. You made

 me smile, you made me wonder why tree branches start to break when they see us

 getting higher than them, better than them. Maybe there a lot like the friends 

we once had supporting us until we became cooler than them, then they laugh at us until 

we become cool forever. Six feet below the ground, six feet close enough to remember us but

 six feet far enough that they can still walk over us without tripping. I have 37 moles just

 on my face and there in no specific pattern, but there all round, there alright, and they're

 better than a Neuss of a necklace you wore, when you said "I do" to death that sick piece

 of jewelry you will wear for eternity. I gave you CPR but you just choked up your chances

 you never got because the blinds in your room were always closed, making it so you 

couldn't see the beauty of the earth that reflected only yourself., and you could never hear the sounds

 of the ice cream truck cause you're father was to busy hitting his favorite daughter.

 But you could still taste the happiness everybody else wore, and smell the fakeness of it.

 You learned to write but not like you should've. You learned to write in stone. and

 while you where going through hell you didn't care to stop and let the devil melt your fingers

 into crayons so you could finally color outside of the lines, but trust me if I knew what you

 were going through I would of got a  cannon and shot it through your window so you

 could finally see outside and listen to the music of the ice cream man, while writing about your

 flesh instead of sitting in your bones. Good morning beautiful I would of wrote on the whitest

 piece paper and taped it to your doorstep every morning. So you could have a Dailey reminder that you are more important then there words let off, you are more special than my blanket I took everywhere

 when I was just a boy, more courageous than a good Muslim wanting only to let the world

 know that there not all human bombing machines and that they really do believe in a god, 

more beautiful than my favorite church song that I wanted to sing every Sunday cause it 

reminded me that rainbows are more than the photographs will show. When you took the 

Neuss off my neck in Paris and sent me a bird you should of told me it was only so

 you didn't have to make another neck tie for yourself, I would of sent you a airplane with

 luxury seating and free drinks. But just remember god was able to raise from the dead

 in just three days so you could do so yourself, it might take you a little longer but you will 

get there you have my promise, just remember to take the return train to your heart

 and leave paris for another day. signed the ghost of prince charming.