Let us talk about the little things.
I give you infinity in the infinitessimal.

Words have meaning, i mean everything i say.
A sharp tounge twists around the most powerful bullets.

Choice may be my new favourite word.
A wise man once said happiness is transitional.

My little heart floated out to sea in a paper raft.
With ores that write your name in every wave.

In this world, that knows only your name.
No storm could hope to capsize me.

For no dark day could make me choose otherwise.
For no lightening bolt can dare to compare.

On the days that my mind is lost at sea,
My heart is safe in the choice of you.

*Always