an absurd and disgustingly perfect example of how love feels
An inspiration.
Frequently traveling from my thoughts to my keyboard.
I write about the world, because she is my world.
Teacher, lover, exhiliration, fantasy, equal, motivator,...tragedy.
Amazing and Amusing,
Loving and giving,
Both Flower and Stew!
I write about myself because I'm the only thing familiar.
Best friendship...
once love unrequited...
later reunited...
even love learns.
You're the light
Thats reflected
Showing me life's true colors
A surprise?
A mistake?
A revelation?
Surely outside my lines.
A soul unknown, yet painfully so.
