Pink roses,
Dandelions,
Strawberry scented candles,
Nobody compares.
Irreplaceable fingertips against silken hair like a waterfall in the desert,
touched by god.
All I need is my lady's embrace,
I cry,
crave it,
for anything that reminds me of her.
The sweet unforgettable smell of milk tea and the hum of a melody.
She's a whisper in the late hours of the night.
We share a deep secret,
A deadly one it seems,
One that could rip us apart,
A hard one to keep.
If only those who understood were among us and weren't in far away lands unbeknownst to I.
I would kill for a reality like that.
