Do you recall my name?
A sliver of shame but I don't mind the pain.
Blue rain falls as you grip my hips and I wish we could stay this way forever.
So that when your eyes meet mine, your hair in the wind, I can smile back at you without the perpetual fear that you'll pull this feeling from my grip for someone better.
Because if we can stay immersed in this moment for eternity nothing can procure this endearment.
I believe that's how love comes to be.
People stay lost in a moment that lasted a split second because the books never let them feel that devotion.
It's not anything we can comprehend but I'm telling you this, I think you can save me from the bitter world of grey and dismay by simply just being you.
But beautiful statements like these only come once in a blue moon.
Please don't make me remorse this amour.
Tainted recollections of people who took time from me, don't let this end up like those.
We have so much potential like a storm made from tears of shame.
Like an artist's brain, they think we're crazy for wanting to feel inline.
So inclined with each others movements of grace.
I just hope it isn't a waste.
