He was a speaker,
I didn't mind
His heartbeat was a butterfly,
Light and delicate-
Soft and quiet.
And his lungs were a meddow,
Inhale flowers-
Exhale thorns.
His eyes were like
My morning coffee,
Dark and smooth-
Strong and warm.
His thoughts were the weather,
Speaks like sunshine-
Dreams of storms.
I didn't mind.
