miss you

I threw myself in the bottom of my stomach
to catch butterflies with the color of your eyes

I've been waiting on you in a visual aid sonnet
with an intense pretext of my emotion in yours

There's no interlude. Desires have the potency
to reconnect me to passion sound's sparks
to not miss you

πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

beautiful world

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

i wonder

suddenly

please

and you, my love

Say