Every mind is a portal
to a different reality
and love, is a lot like window shopping
peering into the heart of someone,
you can never really touch.
If every mind is a portal...
then kissing you was like crashing head on into a mirror
fragile delusions
falling around me,
is that a shooting star?!
Take my hand.
You're composed of parts my eyes can not conceive
but I would walk blind,
if you would guide me.