This love is my art.True love isn't an emotion or a fleeting passion. True love is something bigger than that... something deeper. It works in your life and you are never the same.
about what it is I see.
are a reflection unto me.
by a hopeful image I've gained.
because my thoughts are always stained.
I don't care to see that day.
but I love you either way.
I seem to know you,
Moonlight dripping off your brow;
Your smile like a shattered remnant of a beautiful thing.
I'm so caught up in you.
I can taste your skin
And feel your breath.
You're good for me. You are Perfect.
Your words make me think of liquid glass: smooth and breathtaking.
You're untouchable and you don't even know it.
I could never hope to be like you.
It's too late to tell you this, or maybe it's too early
But your disturbing amount of charm has overwhelmed me and I can't stop.
I want you to be that something that makes me think twice
When I’m on your back trying to give up.
I would take what you offered, take what they declined: a smile, a handshake, a lifetime...
I'd breathe into you what is missing from your lungs.
Despite your unjustified optimism, you by no means had me at hello. It was the low lighting
I am left hollow without you. I love you more than these words would ever say. You complete me.