is it too much to admit that I find myself drowning in an ocean of dreams every time I am in your presence
is to too much to ask for a tad moment of your time so that I can become lost in your consuming
gaze
is it too much to wonder how life would be if you were apart of my future promising me every little girl's dream
is it too much to love you so truly that my adoration is borderline obsession and I just cannot get enough
is it too much to find myself losing grip on reality when all I can think of is loving caring admiring being with you

lucky to be lost in your presence
cursed to be succomed in your gaze
lost in time that seems but a dream
when you believe friends is enough
i am hopelessly subdued into *you

Too beautiful for words,
My noble friends as they pass,
Songbirds in morning.

I saw,
a man in a wheelchair,
carrying,
a stepladder.

I'm outside of nowhere,
Knocking on door,
You're going to ask what's in store?
But I couldn't tell you,
It's white, but glows black and blue,
with nothing holding it,
But still standing like it is a good fit,
I knock again,
Like a writer with a pen,
I feel like I will be happy once I go in,
But nervous because of how it might end,
Feeling a deep breath escape,
It opens.

Wet suits hangovers
the flowered
and the budding

Addicted to love
in spite
of oneself

We are together
no longer
separate

Fluttering wings
a flight

a catch me
if you can

a wish
a fright

Surface want
ignores
neighbours
depth
of need

Spinning on the spot
And told
too slow
too slow
to ever get
anywhere