put me somewhere in your shelf, i'll stay i promise. [completed]

space in my heart.

There was a space in my heart

where your voice assonated its art

the whisp on your lips whistled with the leaves

rumbling in the wind like my skin in the breeze

carried by the hurr blowing in my hair

and sometimes it's like you're not even there.

Afloat by the clouds coming from your voice

echoing the etched words, I was poised

by a reckoning, beckoning me to stay

inside the storm where my hands sway

entangled and wrangled in the velvet sky

ironed by the gleam coming from your eyes.

Crashing into waves with the sand in your hands

as the strands of my hair on my neck stands

branded by the seven seas you traced in

the places I never found in my skin

while the mountains shook from the earthquake

as the wake of shooting stars began to flake.

In the morning starlight

with the distance of our skies close and tight

wrapped in the bareness of your arms

where you cloaked coke on my charms

there was a space in my heart

alliterating me into literate art.