being perfectly real
to follow your dreams
to be what you are meant to be
to fly around in thoughts
forgetting the droughts
sleeping under stars,
vanishing scars
watching it rain for hours
a laugh like flowers
wanting to go through it all over again,
still loving the pain
scattering light,
the first fight
to have a feeling that possesses,
to be alone in recesses
taking action,
reaching perfection
thought of you,
like morning dew
your eyes,your smile,
nothing venile
to witness you,
a myth that came true ;D
you in the morning,
cautiously warning
to breathe you,
in the hue
to grow old with you
to die with you
to
an enchanted hope,out in the blue!
BEAUTIFUL is - ME with YOU.
To seek you is to seek me for myself.
