I would much rather
spend limited time
with you,
being caked in smiles
making rhymes
about starburst limes,

than limitless time,
building rhymes
with empty lines
from missing you

Projection of my heart from
your eyes is like the pitter
patter of raindrops that
catapult themselves against the
window, splattering my soul into
slumber for the sky to replace
me with something you desire.