My mind wonders
and even with weighted shoes to keep me grounded
You are the one that keeps me here
You are this moment you're this nostalgia
and there's a part of me questioning
if all this is a dream or premonition.
If I could frame my mind
I'd be filling it with fragments of your presence and beauty curated by angels onto walls untouchable.
Cause in the end, you are nothing
without these things that inspire your words.
And if I died today, I hope
that I can whisper your name on the other side
just so that my short memories of you in this life
will echo beyond the lifetime of my own.

I'll have you selfishly to myself.
I want to explore your body
like how the world tries to understand
why they say home is where the heart is.
I want to experience shear ecstasy
I Intertwined with existential philosophy.
Then I wanna lay around and watch bad tv shows
I want you to nod off while I recite terrible poems to ya.
Being with you is like waking up from a dream,
the dream that I'd be ok with forgetting every time
because you are the reappearing kind.
What do you want...




© ceazar