He is passionate
Overflowing with untamed emotion, magic slips from his
Fingertips creating masterpieces with his hands
He is fire
Dry throat, silent pleas, match to gasoline, uncontrollable
Skin devouring
He is love
Where nothing can become everything
A halo of light illuminated in a darkened room
He is balance
The kinda person who makes you feel like a sinner and a saint
All at once; You wanna see him happy even without you
He is art
His eyes compose irresistible stories but only to those who listen
His tongue an abstract painting, each stroke so intricate; delicate
He is sad
For he gives his love endlessly, concern is his language
He fears he's not enough, but hes so much more than he knows
He is a dreamer
In the eyes of the world doomed broken by design, all the things he Knew he was meant for; the sweetest ignorance of how to get there
He is familiarity
Sweeter than any childhood memory, you want to wrap
Yourself in his embrace, you feel like its something you know
He is
when you fall in love with an old friend, Wether it be Platonic or romantically, i will love you always
