To my accomplice in crime... by xNo-fearx, literature
Literature
To my accomplice in crime...
...drinking buddy, dance partner.
I just want to put something out there into the universe.
Your smile is the best thing I've seen
And it's going to be the end of me.
And I am exhausted from trying to be witty for you
But it's worth it.
Sometimes I look at you and I can' believe I'm the girl who gets to kiss you.
You are amazing.
And though you know it, you still smile like it's not true.
We talk like irrelevant things are relevant.
We invented banter.
Your day is the best thing I've heard all day.
You make my sweet disposition that much sweeter.
Our eyes may wander,
we will make mistakes.
You will say stupid things
Which will
What do I know of life?
Of chance, of choice, of destiny.
Possibilities of what could have been,
Of inevitability?
What do I know of loss?
Of grief, of heartache, of pain.
Of inexplicable emotions,
Irrational notions,
And tears shed in vain?
What do I know of growth?
Of my strength, and my own ability.
Of faith, of optimism, of hope,
Of denial, of reality?
What do I know of love?
Of stars and hearts of kings.
Of probabilities, opportunities,
Of innocence and divine things?
To my accomplice in crime... by xNo-fearx, literature
Literature
To my accomplice in crime...
...drinking buddy, dance partner.
I just want to put something out there into the universe.
Your smile is the best thing I've seen
And it's going to be the end of me.
And I am exhausted from trying to be witty for you
But it's worth it.
Sometimes I look at you and I can' believe I'm the girl who gets to kiss you.
You are amazing.
And though you know it, you still smile like it's not true.
We talk like irrelevant things are relevant.
We invented banter.
Your day is the best thing I've heard all day.
You make my sweet disposition that much sweeter.
Our eyes may wander,
we will make mistakes.
You will say stupid things
Which will
What do I know of life?
Of chance, of choice, of destiny.
Possibilities of what could have been,
Of inevitability?
What do I know of loss?
Of grief, of heartache, of pain.
Of inexplicable emotions,
Irrational notions,
And tears shed in vain?
What do I know of growth?
Of my strength, and my own ability.
Of faith, of optimism, of hope,
Of denial, of reality?
What do I know of love?
Of stars and hearts of kings.
Of probabilities, opportunities,
Of innocence and divine things?