I constantly divulge in meaningless action
I suffer from self-conscious dramatization
My confidence reeks of a transparent back-bone
And I can’t explain this feeling of elation
I haven’t a trait with a memorable essence
I can’t string a sentence together in person
My paragraphs lack any sense of emotion
However I drown in this adored immersion
I cheer up and turn around. Swiftly she takes me
I’m lost in a landscape I feel so attached to
The clouds. They form summits of blue, white and grey
The stars mark the peak “look that’s me and that’s you”
A tint in her eye where her soul cries with joy
An emerging raise of the edge of her lips
She smiles so brightly in the dark of night
I hold her instinctively, tighter she grips