Damn.

your words never ceased to amaze me…..imissyou…..not that you care….

but in the least you will always be brilliant in my eyes.

What I don’t understand,
Is how you can run your fingers through my
Soul, and still manage to keep
Your hands clean.
I feel like I’m leading a morbid life
But you make me feel,
Spotless.

Sometimes I get our names mixed up
And I call you, I
Because you made yourself such
A part of me.

Every tea break I make a toast
To your beauty;
A seed a goddess would envy,
And every moment your seed of beauty grows,
I grow.
And your beauty grows within me.

I believe that life,
Is too short to live the same day twice.
But you make every 24 hours
A different memory,
So the scrap-book of our time together
Looks like a jumbled mess of smiles and photographs.
But to us, it’s perfectly organized,
The way it should be:
Unique.

We’ve made our mark with a past,
And trust each other’s palms with the lines of our own.
What I catch myself smiling at though,
Is the idea that through all of these beautiful things…
We still have a future to leave footprints behind on.
Your smile, with mine,
And my hand, with yours.

-A.bomb.in.nation