By Arcassin Burnham

Shaping my every excistence into your image,
i can see that your quite fond of me,
i can see that you'd gladly honor me,
you put your trust in me,
beyond the lost cosmos and the frequencies,
run into my cold bones if your feeling like
the earths core,
in our memories,
what we feel is just normal,
or you could just be another dream that increasingly
makes love to me and then plays with the emotions i have,
i couldnt grasp but,
I know theres fire in your heart and mind and soul to
be in the fear of being forgotten,
Not to be old or sell your soul,
Be safe in every aspect and every intellect to behold.