A poem speaking about your beauty gets old to me.
Countless rough drafts millions of crumbled pieces of paper nothing makes sense to me.
I am not one to cater but inspire.
Describing a goddess in whence
she is one with
nature & fire.
A soul mate is called a twin flame
but mostly likely you will get stuck alone in the rain if you want her to remain it's strange....
how I don't want to impress you.
I am me.
And I've embarrassed myself too many times but I guess I'm trying to set a record.