Every time I'm with you
it's like tripping on the moon
Any moment you leave me is a second way to soon
I could stare into your eyes until the world hears doom
My body is light and your hands are the moon
I feel nothing and everything all at once
Time is subjective
Maybe there's no rush
Maybe it is possible to love too much
Maybe there's no such measure
Maybe my love for you was too much pressure
Hope you found all you were looking for
My trip was great
I never looked back
I thought I'd love you forever
But reality brought me back
YOU ARE READING
Olive
PoetryA look inside my heart, soul and brain as I loved. I dedicated the title of this book to Olivia (olive) the best cat a person could ask for. I felt she deserved it because every time I felt myself falling back into darkness her pure innocence and...
