you remind me of a winter storm in the spring

-- what does that say about you

what does that say about me

every day I woke
with only you on my mind
desperate for your love
more desperate for you to die

Stay with me
and we shall love
far beyond any borders
chasing moonbeams
and stardust wishes
until eternity whispers
and we ignore it
beyond forever

why am I trying so hard

-- cause you remind me of me

of what I am trying to be

I asked myself about myself and the response left me breathless -- it looked like a sunflower and felt like heaven

this word love
burdens me with confusion
I am wondering if it is a mere illusion
a sort of delusional aspect of life
something that makes everything right or has you up all night wondering whats on that significant others mind ​at that exact time ​
oh this world love
burdens me with confusion

​you were my wildfire
you never being ideal is what I thought I would need
as I inhale the vapors from the skyline
and out of every selection I found heaven and perfection in the visual such as yourself
making me feel all of these emotions I never even know could be felt
your were my wildfire

the leaves are changing colors
the days are getting shorter
the weather is getting colder
the clouds are getting closer

​you were a unicorn riding a shooting star
your love was so undeniable, indescribable, that it had to be left as the undefinable
​you were a unicorn riding a shooting star

you made me feel like a rose in a field full of sunflowers, it felt really incredible almost inevitable but it was more than just the physical, it was the chemical

you made me feel like a rose in a field full of sunflowers

you happened, so I came to the conclusion that love cannot be real that is was solely an infatuation that you temporarily feel
so I shoved aside this momentary distraction of examining loves reaction
my mind was to willing to accept
but then, you happened

the sky is falling in reverse
expanding deep into the universe
oh distant star beautiful from afar but lost of hope when up close; I think the sky is falling in reverse

beneath the willow
is where I am hiding
reminiscing
recovering
imagining
discovering
beneath the willow
is where I am hiding