It was like falling
(I could never capture a picture of the clouds)
I was holding his hand and magic flew from his fingertips
(I would sit on the train and stare for hours)
The honey sweetness of his breath was like ******* to my soul
(For the longest time I wondered why the pictures looked so dull)
The skin at the nape of his neck made my heart ache
(I was so tender)
It was so tender
(The amount of snapshots thrown away, countless times I tried)
I was folded up in him, every vibration of his voice made me tremble
(So fleeting was the sky)
His features carved into my skull bone
(So elusive)