I miss the days when we were still stupid and in love.
When we were blind against the judgement of the world.
When we could kiss and constellations filled the room
and it felt like i could die.

When i was happy with not breathing
and content with living in your arms.
When our souls escaped and flowed away
with the eerie movement of the ethereal smoke surrounding us.

But in the process I lost you to the decaying world that swallowed us whole.
I have forgotten your face and your halo.
Your halo that's a ring of fire that lingered around you.
I have forgotten the gentle touch of your poetry hands
and how they felt in mine.

I can no longer remember your voice,
your angelic voice and how it could sing me to sleep.
I have forgotten your melancholy eyes and how it felt like home.
But my vague memory pf you will forever be rooted in my flower heart.