before dawn on a Monday 3:03 am
I've missed you. Be it just thinking or encircling my own words around you. What reminded me of wanting to write about you more. Is this very scenery before me.
It's extremely late or insanely early. But the breeze is warm enough to pull you in with open arms. You'll forget that those nerves were ever protruding in tiny bumps over your forearms. From here the end isn't seen. There is an everlasting amount of stars and air to breathe.
On this bench, engraved with the appreciation of someone's life. A yellow light fixtures it's focus onto me. And if you sit quietly enough. You'd hear water itself, angry, passionate, desperately yearning to make contact with its other half. Who does the same across the way of this country.
Moments like these remind me of you. The stars and the dark skies are your eyes themselves. And the sand, your skin. Your soul takes its form as the ocean.
What I'm meaning to tell you is that you may be the beauties of life in human. And when I hold you, I hold my whole world.
I wish you'd understand that someday. With how much you mean to me. To be able to have you know that, it would be life's nonpareil moment.
But you may never espy even just an ounce of it. Just like how loud your soul cries, I can't seem to spot any of the blues and shines of you.
Still, if I stand close enough to the edge. Metal bars sink into my stomach. You're enough to surround me in heavy waves. Through wisps of inky black strands and greyed cotton. I'll come home smelling of you. And I'd fall asleep with the sound of your voice.
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