Don't jump, step in slowly. You might slip.
He cares like he creates, with speed and talent. He loves like he writes, with depth and honesty. He kisses like he eats, all wet and dirty. He tragically fell, and his knees with his heart, were shocked by his smile. He hadn't done often, for breathing hadn't made him all the better, and touches hadn't had that static like they should have. Wonders evaded, contagious to everyone walking passed, and he was immune. Butterflies have a way of being scary sometimes; sometimes she cried for that reason. He met her on chance, a flip of a coin in the heat of the night. He looked in her eyes and only saw the reflection of his future. He caressed the thought, her fingers, and voices carried them through the night. Messages flying through the heavens that smiled them whole, swallowing fingers clicking on numbers.
And they lived happily ever after...
And they lived happily ever after...