Gracious Words.

You will be the fire, burning bright and strong. I will be the smoke, always tracing back to you.  We can be inseperable. Our own sun and wind, A beautiful disaster.

I want to tie my head to your chest. I want to be an extension of you. I will listen to the rhythm of your heart, tangled in the music of mine. This will be our song.  The soundtrack of our story.

I will paint wings all over you. White, fragile, and beautiful. I will wear you on my back. And then everyone will know, how it is I soar.     

We’ll look for the sign that says ‘Ocean’. And dive deep into its letters. We will lose ourselves in an abyss of possibility. You will take my breath away, and you will be my oxygen.

I will hold you in my arms. And sleep to find reality. I will etch you in stone, write you in the rain, broadcast you on the evening news,                                                -Proof, of my waking dream. 

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