I see you and feel happy
I hear you and my spirit soars
I watch you and am lustful
I touch you and it’s all that exists
I do not love you
I worship you somewhere inside me
As I stand close, I am holding a star
The brightness, heat, gravity
The violent, inexplicable beauty
My skin burnt and scorched down to the soul
And you probably think I’m after a fling
And ain’t that ******* typical.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC