I am jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have ever been. I am jealous of the wind that ripples through ur clothes

Best to not write that randomly

I am jealous of the painter that can paint the brightness in your eyes
as you stare down at the cat in our breeze way climb its way out


If I could sculpt the perfect hollow space of the small of your back

If I could sing with perfect Falsetto the feeling of you not with me

If I could perfectly act out the happiest moments of our lives in the mirror

If I could bake so that the sweetness of you fills our house with your warmth and scent

If I could capture with the flick of the shutter the innocence of your walk

If I could touch the keys of the piano the same way I know how to touch you so that you a wake and come a live under my fingers tips

Number 5

Death,
Pointless, fruitless, repeating cliche
For when the end is near
Requiescat in pace

i wish that before heaven fell,
to land beside you is what i chose.

🤔Damn, those are good lines

Stop touching me like that YOU'RE NOT MY UNCLE


THIS IS MEANT AS HUMOR
I hope and pray those kind of people are bound for extinction