The similarities we share are too many to count on one hand, you are my same and it makes me want to hold your hand. I long to hold you in my arms, and never let go; as my future lights up, my heart is aglow. I realize now that life works in mysterious ways, I am filled with vibrancy today, although yesterday my world was coloured in greys. You have blindsided me and taken me by surprise, as I think of you, I feel the warmth of a million suns rise. Your voice puts me at ease and helps me sleep, washing away the tears, no longer compelled to weep. I yearn to feel the touch of your velvety skin against my own, it will soothe me like the wind and then carry me home. You have shown me that good things surely come to those who wait; I cannot wait to witness the beauty of the art that we collaborate to create. You whisper words of wisdom that fill my heart with peace, you have helped me fight my demons and provided a means for release. I want to take you by your arm and show you your beauty and worth; navigate the seas and visit every corner of the Earth. Capture me inside your net, I will be your butterfly; grey skies are going to clear up, so let me be your lullaby. I want to make you laugh and see your smile that lights up my eyes, get to know you from the inside out, and slowly help you remove your disguise. I am not like the other guys whose meagre attempts were solely motivated by personal gain, like the rain, I will cleanse your soul and help you feel whole again. I want to be the water that you bathe in, making you clean, and the vivacious energy you get whenever you drink caffeine. You have started to make life feel real, and like a conscious dream; no longer imprisoned by fascism nor its isolating regimes. I want to be the one you turn to when you are afraid or cold at night, and I promise I will do my best to be your kind and noble knight. For you, I will do it all; I will show you that you are a king. Just as long as you promise to do the same, I will give you my everything.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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