in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self

“somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can’t imagine real flowers for if I

could,they would somehow
not Be real”
(so he smiles
smiling)”but I will not

everywhere be real to
you in a moment”
The is blond
with small hands

“& everything is easier
than I had guessed everything would
be;even remembering the way who
looked at whom first,anyhow dancing”

(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)

~e.e cummings

my very most favorite poet, for the most amazing person.
when the two trains collide, it would be something of the clock striking midnight, the moon swimming out of a cloud, all we're left to do.. is be happy.
and the stars, are smiling down on us. because they are wise, and they know, they know so much more than we do. they've been seeing and dying much longer than we will ever have the chance to. but i will always have that moment, i will always remember 'how who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing' how would i be the one to know you we're thinking someone is going to marry that girl.

you are my smiling star, and the pebble at my feet.