I write to escape reality*
Says the dying soul
Sweetheart, wake up
You're writing fairy tales
On rainbow ends

trying not to care
for the feelings i still  bear
i pictured my forever
when i laid my eyes on you
i felt infinite
when you skin brush past mine
celestial it is when you admitted
ethereal i feel
of our fist kiss.
pointless are the nights we shared
nuisance it is..
when you leave me there
skin and soul,
*bare