Innocence Spilled Out Of Insanity

My angel.
My love.
My baby.
My Babe.
My sweetheart.
Hey Hun,
Hey Dreamer,
Hey still hearted lover.

Foundation and Trust. We have that. We honor that. We respect that.

To hold you in my arms tight like the pillow that reminds me of your soft skin against me.


Dreams.

So fragile so frail.

So sincere when we own one.


Random ramblings and mutters collected together to spill the cup holding all of my thoughts.

These are just a few..

And when we kiss.

Our lips will touch and our souls will meet.

For the first time, we'll know who we are.

We'll feel the two empty halves become a whole.

and when we part.

We'll feel smaller than just a tiny part of what we were before the embrace.

Blushing hills

Flourished emotions.

Spring is in the fall.

For everyone.


[Except me.]


For You.

My Angel.

My Hope Of Dreams.

My Reality.

The other half of my lips.

That forms the smile

That I fall asleep with at night.

Innocent sincerity.

Do you understand?

Could you feel this way for me too?


Maybe.

Just maybe.


The cup empties just for you.

Drink my thoughts.

And swirl my perception around into the crevices of your mouth.



And when you've finished raping my inner child.

...

spit me out and
tell me who I am.