I still have a headache
I'm just not thinking about it
I still don't like the feel
Of the long grasses on my legs
I just find more of an
Elegance and serenity
In this state of mind
How is it in
Old wistful literature
Than capture that
Naïve perfection
They make the rough
And hard times
Seem so graceful
And romantic
Yes the courting
Ravishing of women
Both positively
And horrifyingly so
Can't we all be Juliets
And have Heathcliffs
Living in the old
Precious days
The days that seem so fragile
That they can be broken
By a single breathe
From the lips of your first love
In that way
The way that makes everything
Feel like forever
The way that is all consuming
And your life would end
Without the other
How does one get over
That kind of love
The seemingly galactical
Kind of love
you have pieces of me
I never want to let you go
Be my adventure
c.e
