And I believe in you so much, I could die for the words that you say
wrote this early september.
And so it takes
An empty glass bottle
In which you left your quietness behind.
Each ounce was bound to give you more heart.
No, not more heart
Rather words.
Words that would reach into my veins
Trying to grasp desperately at my 3 valved muscle.
Boy- do you have soul.
As the liquid makes you lose and gain feelings at the same time.
Your brain anxiously waits for your tongue
To sing the most magnificent syllables.
And it does.
As your breath seems to flow more willingly than ever
The source of my oxygen is certainly dead.
But everything around it is so much alive,
That it seems hope has finally reached the splintered feelings
That begin to rise from the shards in the form of a smile.
You do to me what a midnight sky cascaded with a million cloned stars does.
You make me feel like the only star that’s divinely dazzling as it devastatingly darts in the dark and deluded sky.
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