I need a new helicopter my old ones in the shop you hold my hand, my heart, my will. your essence reeks of beauty and I fall intoxicated in your presence you are the sweetest, most pure esscential love to what beauty is about. We live our lives chaoticaly, free of the shell of society I look into your soul and find warmth your heart throbs with good intention yet you procrastinate to use it, afraid of being seen. Let me be your light I know we can redefine passion
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because no one stops to listen to sound anymore, and sara used to always stop, thats what pissed me off about her, thats why I loved her
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