And out from her mouth
Came the kind of song
That connected the heavens and earth,
The mountains and sky,
And space to eternity.
Her love didn't make sense,
But it was perfect.
The kind of perfect that left you breathless
After a good hard ****.
The kind of perfect that left you gasping for air
After the world has tried to drown you
And all the stars were cheering you on.
Poetry, and rainbows
Are not suppose to make sense
But if you look at it
From a different perspective
Then maybe,
Maybe it will.