Your eyes
glow with fairytales
they tell a thousand stories
none of which can be distinguished
as a truth
or a lie.
the soul
of which you speak of so fondly
nestles between the strands of your hair
undisturbed by the chaos
life itself exists
fluorishing tendrils
uncurled
in the intoxicating scent
of your skin
what are you?
words
are only sounds
they fall short in your presence
I long to understand
this smile
It fills my insides
with forgotten melodies
Thoughts complicate
if I had a penny
for my every waking thought
I would probably donate them to you
This delirium
is a phase
that will hopefully
cease to be
when I choose to leave.
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