Watching you stumbling through your chords I swear to whatever the **** we call god, I saw you for the very first time.
P0etic and afraid.
B0ld and timid.
Moving through time on the wavelengths your fingers said were appropriate.
Unsure and solid.
But most of all h0nestly eager.
I soak you up as you glance my way.
You see a city beneath your surface.
I say a universe~
I told you I saw it in your eyes.
Little brown nebulas dying to escape.
I see it now~
Like the color blue.
I am the egyptians and you are my sky.
Shine on Geminii.

You're on the other side of the world, and still you don't feel so far away. Almost like my mind has created a black hole you live in and the gravity of the situation has bent time and space in half for me.
Maybe thats a far out notion,
But baby you're a far out man.
Your cosmic waves have knocked me out of orbit and thank the divine because I was headed towards a righteous meteor waiting to smash me to bits.
You've shed some light on the darkside of my moon when you fearlessly landed on my daunting craters and planted a flag of freedom.
Is it naive of me to believe in miracles?
But what is this life other than miraculous?
It's like you told me in my dreams-
"You've got to find the cracks in reality".
And that's where I'll meet you m'love.

I lay my red cheek heavily on the wooden walls that have enclosed some existence for... how long?
Planks upon planks of royalty- sliced apart to shelter me. Keeping me safe.
What kind of sound did you make when they cut you down? Did others see? Did you hear their hearts break as you thudded into the ground? Were you proud?
To lose your crown.
And now you're holding your place, as a families base in some nowhere tiny town.
So tell me, What have you seen here?
You freckled knotted wood!
You can trust me, you can tell me!
As I sleep- whisper into my dreams.
Your gorgeous and solemn,
and
your dead silence makes me angry.
My little red cheek blushes even harder at your hollow absence.
Are your secrets trapped forever behind your once so stoic posture?
And if your secrets are lost, can I whisper you mine?
Will you keep them hidden in your history? Add them to your rings?
Remnants of who you were stare back at me.
I guess you could say the same.
You have heard my secrets.
You do hear my cries.
When it's 3 am and the weight of my sorrows is too much for my shoulders, and your floor boards creak, just like you could speak.
You know that sometimes our shelves need dusting.
You offer me a place to whisper more grey matter into the air,
still hoping to lure you out of silence.
It's not fair that you know so much more about my soul.
Could you please tell me what I'm going to sound like when I come thudding down?
Your secrets are too deep.
So I'm left with my little red cheek anxiously pressed against your wooden walls.

If I had the words to say, I'd tell you.
But words are fleeting
and far too many people over
complicate simple meaning.
So I tell you "I love you" and hope that it's enough.
3 little words hang heavy in the air.
They are the gravity.
Or more,
They are the tiny secrets between gravity holding it all together.
I will every molecule in my being to keep them from imploding,
******* along the seams of my skin to make sure everything inside me doesn't come ripping through.
I am a child first playing with fire,
I am the shepherd girl facing my giants with rubies instead of stones.
Burning inside,
I slingshot myself into you,
hoping that,
together,
our explosion will rip apart both our bodies,
our insides will splash across the stars like we always dreamed they would.
Our protons and neutrons amounting to something more than death.
If I had the words to say I'd tell you,
But I love you will never be enough.

Things that matter are things like space and stars and gravity.
But sometimes those things don't wake me up in the morning.
Perhaps I'm searching for happiness in mountains of magazines
and
billboards are filling my mouth with bubbling ideas of dollars
and
cash is bloating up my throat.
Biting my nails tastes like dirt and sweat from inside some falling apart shack.
Am I dying to the world?

I wake up in the morning wishing I could melt into your ether,
but Apollo isn't strong enough.
So I crawl my body on top of yours hoping that maybe I'll sink down into you, But gravity isn't on my side.
I neither sink nor float.
I'm trapped, perfectly suspended, between two disbeliefs.

Melted and mixed into your body,
my insides shake.
In the way that tickles the pieces of stardust sneaking along my blood.
The breeze of your breath on my neck blows the gray locked away out of my bones.
I've longed to remember what I felt like in color; so my veins comply to your touch and send splashes onto my skin like a canvas dry for paint.
Your kiss is a dangerous whirlwind that will soon blow away with a piece of me.
And your love is a looming tempest.
I'll gladly give myself up for your breeze.