Truth be told
I am terrified to write
To show you all
For these words aren’t just words
More so they’re speckled stars
And the glow of firefly hearts
Resembling the scattered remnants
Of a beautiful mind
Familiar to that of my own
Lost searching for Eden
With diminishing returns as a result
But, I feel compelled to tell a story
So, maybe these mere words
Will reach your cascading eyes
All set upon an Endless Summer
Endowed with kindergarten crushes and
Lost Lover’s souls