deep soft warmth encased in meek palms fingers smooth and formulated truths each groove parts seas of future loves
following the mold laid out before me thoughts and mind flow out of perky fingertips through the barrier of time a pen is gripped as my head tilts slightly
a journey takes place to watch you hold my own gratuitously
and now, as time allows your grip becomes tighter the swell of a ravaged soul protruding, a once favorable innocence now drowning lines cracks