Standing right in front of her, story unwritten

My mind, like bringing a knife to a gunfight

A remedy of the highest degree

so i watch movies, write poems, read books

you’d turn on a dime, fooled me every time

What a dream it is to meet you for the first time

You’ve bloomed and born anew, the past is the past

My mind, a timid house for tenacious anxiety

What day it rains, butterflies fluttering, what I can see beyond leaves on a tree

You made sure to paint all of my skies the brightest blue

I’m not prepared or maybe I’m just scared

Am I that meaningless? Not something to keep?

She’s with me everywhere I go, my soul and spirit

Isn’t love supposed to be free?

The observer that was never observed back