Hell and heaven
Being with you is a dream,
my mind goes blank
it all goes to my heart.
Writing a poem by your side must be a nightmare
but its worse when we are apart.
As Tate once said
“Distance kills fake love
and shows you whats real”
and even though i know the deal
my heart isnt his
my heart isnt made out of steel.
Even if it was
I wouldnt be able to not kiss you
and the moment i leave
the trace you left would make it rust.
You showed me true contrast,
pure black and white,
being apart from you is barely being alive.
But then our bodies find eachother
another big reunion.
I kiss you with all that i have left.
Together we fuse into the softest cloud,
i touch your cheek with mine
and i feel each and every star
yet another thing i couldnt live without.
