Some non Beatley poetry? WHAAAAAAT?!
Someday i'll say hello.
Someday i'd say goodbye.
Somedays it's fine, somedays it's not.
But someday i'd like to find myself as a part of your galaxy, spinning and turning with the force of itself, dizzying up my smiles and forcing the sky to crumble at my throat.
Bubbling up in my eyes, your rainy ways, and it makes me feel like nothing, like nothing like nothing.
I sit here, broken rings, half glass, half full, half empty, dull pencils and sharper things.
The ocean breathes salty, saltier than this, things and notions distracting the foolest of fools as they rush in and knock me sideways.
Dizzier than you, dizzier than I, the world turns.
My throat burns.
My heart yearns.
My stomach churns.
And as I giggle, eyes shut wide to the window, and I fall to dust bunnies.
Just to be collected in your jars and bottles (or maybe swept under your rug or maybe a couch or two).
And given to the rocket man to scatter across your universe and mine.
But at least i'm here, where time and life shook hands and said goodbye, and waiting for you to pop in.
Maybe you'll come with pretty things.
Or another jar.
Half empty.
Half full.