You Won’t Find Me – Narrow Skies
just by the thought of his presence,
colored petals befall, stomach tinkers.
Classy, ever clashing with the heart of Elysium, him,
his eyes fondle corners of this frail, flying heart.
Like always and have forever been.
His voice too a tasty ether. How soft, meaningful and bottomless, the same time?
he makes everything valid,
even the reason i am.