I did nothing
when I think of you
until it all amounts to a collection of waves
a variation of tones
I deliver
you churn out what's less expected of me
as a hunter soars in the sky
heavy rain drops weighted my shoulders
dreams untold, and realized
romance, supernatural and the cyborgs
I think of you
until my next delivery
How I feel about you is authentic
there's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed
it sores for its solitude presence
against superficiality
against intangibles
against faulty intentions
it is strong and truthful
If you hear the rustle of the leaves
calling before the sky dusks
its the frequency I tend to design
to convey
my warmest thoughts of you
how I'm thinking of you
my dear one
No comments:
Post a Comment