from a hummingbird waiting for the rain,
hopeful the roughness of the sun would wane,
to a late night panic and faithful recklessness,
you're distracting my head from a wish of what used to taste fleshless.
my favourite person on this dreadful earth offered me,
with an arrogant smile, a gas station coffee,
summer blesses us an eternal sunshine,
spotless mind of what used to be mine.
my best friend, walking hand in hand with the ever flying shore,
ice cream and salted tears falling on the sea floor,
tangled wreck of past dust between green pennies,
and outbursted restless forceful memories.
all is gold, but you sank yourself at the bottom of the thames,
yet waiting for my flowers to be untamed,
endearing pittyness and christless fate,
for recalling the past in full dull haste.
i’ve seen you hitting down the stairs,
but never quite beating down the flairs,
bittersweet foretaste of a semi eternal complexion,
lingering insights bursting into enduring a pain of actions.
even your slightest smile is making me self conscious about reality,
brushing over the fingertips of eternity,
i long to see the art that hasn’t yet been made of you,
liquid dream, unsubstantial and impossible to hold onto.
an unfinished piece of art, trusting you with my unpolished heart,
running toward an inevitable end, only to see my world crumble apart,
you smell like a fresh dream i recall i had last night,
once clinging into a memory i tried to bypass.
