Her tongue is the novocaine that heals all pain
Her mouth is the Aqueduct From which my life springs
And Like The rain, We Both Fell
Easier is a state of mind, even a ocean starts as a puddle
And with the touch of her hand, the wall became a bridge
Fragile are the pages we turn, not truly knowing the severity of tight pressed pages
Everyone fails to mention what happens to the moth after the flame is extinguished
My notebook is shut But the pen in my heart keeps scribbling your name
Of all the medicine in the world. Her heart was the only remedy That went without prescription
I've always pictured that you were a city & all of the residents were mini versions of me. Walking around occupying the many spaces of your heart. sleepless in the way I love you