If you being at the dark
and can't find your way out.
Just look at the sun,
and choose,
that you will be like that.
Shinging your lightness,
to help yourself and others,
shining so brightly, the darkness
getted blinded by it.

I wanna take it slow motion
Step by step unlit i can feel you
Day to the night
Moment afther moments
Always down for you tho
Only you want you in the night
Sorry if i abused you mentaly im low
Sorry for the forghotten memories

Every morning regretting you
Every morning regretting you

Step by step slow motion
Taking you  in slow moiton
Feeling for u on slow montion
Nights to the day in slow motion

I getted the dont want you with me

Creature mother referred to as benevolent to salvage his miscarried stride, brother said his wingëd arms were ordnance and that was the workings of a good man (rather a tool I suggested), father thought his wide ego was equitable, a trait lacking in most boys, and I thought they felt like the hands of someone who grappled with your body in pool water, the exception to “pool boy” was that you had every right to elbow them hard in the windpipe, you close-lined his smirk with the same forearm that you used to cradle your niece, your arm was stuck to your hip bone -- by now you’d supposed it hard as cement and requiring the effects of a jackhammer, all night you underwent the pain and once the adults getted and got together the world came to a closing -- you got a slap to the spine indicating “job well done”. But. For this irritatingly foolish“pool boy” you faked flustered when he botched his cries with a surprised expression and you never got in trouble -- it was an accident, and their mothers needed them to learn anyways; for their interest in curves was now only game for the land sharks and you ruled the riptides. You made it clear that if you couldn't take a bruised lip then you should learn to drown in other places, and his webbed chest soaked up the minty fresh breath that your throat excreted when you dealt to the devil a hard “no”, and got back humor, and you both with your red skin, each burning the other amidst many. short. touches. Decided you had no choice but to laugh.

You cried and I kissed you,
tasted your salty thears,
felted so close, so bonded with you.
Your thears are gone now,
and you getted to be the old you.
I treated you, with the deepest respect.
You are always around, when I needed
you so badly, it makes me grateful,
that I have the  honor, to know a person
like you. I tasted your salty thears,
the product of your doubts, grief, and fear.
thank you for letting me so close with you.
I only wanted you, and it will stay that way,
it's the truth.