After the end of our beautiful world, I think I could love you even more than before.
I love you so much, it hurts to think I doubted my judgment and yours
King and queen on the moon we will become
Thrown into the sky like the constellations we admire.
i have become obsessed with my heart, because in my heart there is a womb that bears a soft purple flower amidst a beautiful bloom.
is it you?
can it be that what i have been looking for all along has been sitting in my room?kissing the terrain of my body even when rain and thunder loom.
even now as my skin starts to tingle for fear of inevitable doom.
can it be you?
my beautiful rescue. your vines have grown to the silks of my tomb, the tomb that enveloped me whole all too soon.
i have become obsessed with my heart, and i have become obsessed with you.
i was in the ocean so dark and wide until i got a visit from a butterfly
he asked why i was in the abyss that is the sea
i told him i hated to walk on the miles of concrete that lay on the city street of broken hearts
i'd much rather float atop the unknown, to be swimming in the water of the free souls
i was in the desert so hot and wide until i got a visit from a butterfly
he asked why i was in the abyss that is the desert
i told him the city smelled of liars, the walls were nothing but plaster, and i swear there was flouride in that water
i'd much rather search for miles in sand than for my heart to be contaminated from the stone land
i was in the forest so green and alive, so close to space, so distant from time,
when i was suddenly kissed by a butterfly
he asked why i had never been around those parts before
i said because i was too busy knocking on all the wrong doors
i whispered, "sweet sweet butterfly carry me home."
i'm tired of the desert and the lonely sea
i'm tired of wearing down my feet, my arms, my teeth, my sanity
then i nicknamed him my love
and as the world is today
so disconnected, there's no more communication
just people with phones talking into dead space
that's how the world stands today
but when i look at your face, i feel like i'm living in 1492
when words of the mouth mattered
when food, shelter, and love only mattered
when the furthest town was within walking distance
and our chemical ties with modern dependence
on robotic eyes was not in existence
so i'm glad you came
i wasn't sure on a day
or how long i should wait
but thanks to you, the world is not what it seems...today....
