they say love killed the blue bird but then,
we have failed to realize most trees are blue,
fill my apex with thy affection,
Romeo i am not,
so i hope it doesn't take for me to die before you realize my intentions ,
the soothing feels to my chest knowing we coexist on different consciousness,
this is not another poem about Love,
this should be poem about uncertainty,
we have never been beings of trust,
we are beings of light,
beings of love,
i am a believer of your love but you don't have to believe me,
but i know you are a believer of time and i ask not from you a single minute but just enough secs to pronounce the depth of my insanity for you being worth a lifetime.
i would never be satisfied.
your sdx, george.
