It is so typical of me to call you art
But you MUST understand why I classify you as such
Like you have become a contextualisd portrait that is exhibited in the gallery of my mind
You are this abstract piece
With blur edges and overlapping hues

-And when the colours mix it is like a whole new creation
That is how days are with you
It's exciting
And different
And new
It's like discovering a new hue every single day

Smoking's bad for me , so is your love

You are my destruction and there is nothing beautiful about the wreck I have become

~ She was the type of girl that would fall in love with the sound of how you shattered her heart ~

Everytime it begins to rain my mind •floods• with the thought of you
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Goodnight
I hope you fall into a thick dreamland where the colours of reality begin to mistify and the hues of your temporal paradise begin to solidify.
May you weep with excitement due to the aura it brings, may you find contentment in the air as you wake and may my love reach you ~ half across the world

We are magical
We are merged
This bond is inhumane

And I love you and that is enough