Mon
May
4
Amazingly off key.
The speckled stars high in the abyss I always found so lovely to be useless. The eyes in which you gaze so I may take this fire ablaze, so exquisite this feeling of no longer being mono, the connection of souls ( you partake) bearing fruit as sweet and beautiful as the largest, deepest and so colorful of the greatest lake. Your embrase as warming as an October sky, I fear running in circles but fear not for you would never lie. My mind is a shroud, a shroud from this lift I have never experienced anything as bitter sweet as your gift. Though this may sound a bit off key and believe you, me; I’m at a loss. You can trust this man so gentle of nerve, what I feel for you will never, not in a million years, curve.
