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

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

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

Best to not write that randomly

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

🤔Damn, those are good lines

Number 5

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