Art is a lot like life
It never comes out
The way I imagined it.

You are my new drug
Without you I can't breathe
But sadly what you don't see
Is that my new drug
Is not the only thing I need

☁️

Sweet child,
you're still so simple.
You speak your dreams
as if they were an arm's reach.
No one tells you
the sins of humanity,
because they intend to protect
the minds of the innocent.
Those who do,
just envy you.
For you are just a sweet,
innocent child.

What is this fluttering in my chest whenever I see him?
What are these butterflies doing in my stomach?
Why are my knees weak whenever he smiles?
Why do I smile when I think of him?
Why does my heart pound when I talk to him?

What are these strange feelings I am experiencing?

Perhaps I am coming down with something.
Yes, that must be the case.
I must be sick with fever perhaps;
That explains my cheeks heating up.
Or a cold of some kind;
That explains my breath being caught in my throat.
Or maybe I was stung by a mosquito?
Ah yes, that's why my skin tingles.

My doctor says there's nothing wrong,
I can't seem to figure out what's going on.

His hands,
My hands,
Intertwined
Like two ropes
Knotted together
In a bond
Of
Eternity

If I haven't told you
If I forgot to say
Let me clear the air now,
Before time slips away

In case you missed it, baby
If the message failed to send
I'll try to make it clear now
Try to help you comprehend

If you wonder where my heart lies
You can lay that doubt to rest.
Nothing else in this whole world
Puts this thunder in my chest.

So in case I failed to mention,
To be certain that you've heard
You should know how much I love you
Without a single spoken word.