I grow
sentimental upon an hourglass looking into a skylight. rays are insufferable pain
is sweet as it drives enthusiasm—when it appears. so much cherished such
diamonds in her eyes so much between us—taboo truths endearing lies like a man
was meant to feel credulous. such a quiet storm such gorgeous rain while walls
are filthy, wet, and incredible for capture. too good to feel blank too rare to
unbend such gripping winds. it slips away it dies slowly a soul is a mirror.
never felt this way never died this intensity never loved like nothing matters.
too much to wave too much to crave while metaphysics struck a soul that year.
you have a big heart a magnet heart it tugs like its demented. so much to avoid
love so resistant it just kept churning—such butter for biscuits such gravy for
feelings at some strange emotion. it’s more than carnival or more than a circus
such cirrus storms. too beautiful to ensure too raw to ignore while it must be
this day forever. if I tell more shall more be enough while I feel insatiable?
certain moon, quite dependable,
while sunshine garners more pride. I know nothing as sitting in a swing at
three in our mourning. anything with you is like paradise with you while we
weren’t doing much. intimate conversation days at combat such fire in our
devastation. such realness such hurting where we forgive just about everything.
so keen so organic such rubescent thunder. upon a julep into a daisy while
reminiscing on turquoise echoes.
