And you will see.. with your words you sing.. [I Adore My Wife's Best Friend's Booty]

My black seagull,
You pull,
All this out of me..

My people,
Your throne..
A place to sit within beautiful catastrophe..

How do you do?
I’ll tip my hat over my face and bow..
Take my arm and lead me there..

I’ve lost track of all these pieces..
Let’s find what never must be found..
My severed hand your very best friend..

Will the mirror smile back today..
What makes you amazing makes me want to stay..
My hand to hold along the way..

Don’t look back..
until you’ve lost your track..
You’ve such a knack..
For finding the color inside the black..
I want the odds stacked..
To make you smile at last..
Where this first becomes nothing but past..
And these hurts wash off, all amass..

Friends return..
Reminding us of ghosts..
If it burns..
Let the tears hold you close..
Will I learn..
That friends matter most..

@Miram

To the one who who leaves me feeling the breeze of winds never blowing.. I love you so much for the kind of depth you share, all within a single step that you’re ever to take... Please have the most blessed days of celebrating.. I love you and thank you for always listening to me and caring.. even if all I have to say.. was really nothing at all..

P.S.. Your favorite movie still plays in my head..