aching in the soul
longing in the heart
those feelings that follow
those thoughts after dark
bottomless pit of
a stomach
the weight of beauty
just brings
me to new lows
and you were so beautiful, then
idealistic, radiant, understanding,
patient, beautiful
warm
comforting
beautiful
I can't say it enough: beautiful
what a strange town,
we were in
the product of the man
who never dreams
but apparently when it comes
to you I am a dreamer
& apparently the sun is
looking out for my best interest
as it pierces through my eyelids
and forces me awake
my mind still can't readapt to
reality from such fabrication
my stomach has yet again found
new lows from high hopes
yet somehow my craving lips
have found reason to smile