Your lips transcend reality

A levitation of sorts

Our hearts beat faster

My tongue etches promises of forevers into your mouth

Your lungs; collapsed and wounded from empty promise after empty

Promises

Only exist as a crutch to walk the doubts in my mind away from my OCD

Hey, "R.I.P. to da CD can't eben play my hits"

I just remembered your angel-like voice singing that song

I don't keep in touch with my faith as much as I should

Now I'm just rambling

But you know I do this a lot

You know I'm scatterbrained

I'm certain now that you are my soulmate

I pull my lips away from yours

I pulled my lips away from yours