You are my air, you fill my cheast with pure wind...
You are in my vaines diving my blood forward....
MAKING ME ALIVE....
You are part of my mind....so fresh that it's hard to go through without thinking of you....
you are like a drug....my own drug....that helps me to go though another hour...
You are my wing....I couldn't fly with just one before.....
You are my own piece of art....so misterious....unexplainable....deep...fascinating....and so beautiful I can't take my eyes of you....you make my life a painting....with hidden feelings...so colourful...meaningful...filled with the goodness of your eyes....and your personal glow....
You are.....real(?) No you can't be. It is impossible....for such a crature to have the power of existance.....
No comments:
Post a Comment