mi7kkie
Smooth, Soft, Butter on Skin, Luxurious.
Your velvet touch, your velvet eyes, soothing the touch of lonliness.
The burn of solemnity.
Oh how I love that touch, the closeness.
Together and forever, Velvet.
Matching?
Matching is a game.
Matching is a feeling.
Matching is something I'm not quite sure of,
Similare but not the same?
But Matching?!
Hey, we match.
But we're similar and not the same?
Equivalent, Equate, Replace, Not the same.
Flying, soaring.
Wings the weapon of our individuality.
The means to our Freedom.
Relying solely on ourselves and no one else,
Our Independence.
Wrapped in love, in cuddles and kisses and hugs. Wrapped and bound, in joy and happyness for all to see. You are my light, You are my warmth, You are everything to me.
Pillar, tall and mighty, a god to a goddess. Strength and power, superiority. The strength of many and the wisdom of one.
String, chocking and tugging dragging us along concrete rodes, helpless and lifeless. The corpse of your memory is something I will never escape. Pulling me through dark tunnels and open roads with newly found thoughts of apologies.
Clash, bang, bam, zoom. Flying right past you, soaring higher and higher through the sky and filled with love. Music in the sky, the boards are dancing and singing your name beckoning you to fill them with love. Calling you forth to what is your destiny.
Rocket, soar fly high above the sky. High above the mountains above the souls and farther than thee eye can see. Beyond thinking, beyond feeling, high into the sky, into emotion and symbolism.