Goodest-Boy

He was fine. Just that she had dropped his heart when he gave it to her. She held it, the thing pulsing and fragile, awaiting her next move. She dropped it onto the ground and walked away. Maybe she had weak hands, maybe she didn't. He tried to pull his broken pieces back together, using false encouragement he told himself as tape. It wouldn't be the same smooth heart again, would it? But the veins are beautiful too, every scar left behind a reminder: not of the fall, but of the mending. And it waits, for another owner with more particular tastes.

My love, A love Love in flowers and sunsets. Sunsets and sunrises. Each day over and over A new bloom and never the same. My love, for my love I want to be a sunrise So that I may brighten your day with a sweet fragrance My love, for my love I want to be a sunset So that I may give you the last kiss of light with my petals A moonrise A reflection. Even at night my love continues to glow and weep For I am the sun and earth And you are my life {=÷Kasmau÷=}

Your mind is an endless ocean I used to fear the water But now I fear not drowning in it Your heart is a blazing fire O lover of mine I seek to be turned to ash as I surrender to your heart Fanaa Your soul is a green field My sanctuary and place of peace How is it that I found myself by losing myself in you Your mind, your heart, your soul Without you, I would not be whole