I could be mistaken but being mistaken sounds better than being afraid or robbed so I will settle my bets and head back east where the water isn't so rough. I let you rob me of my sleep and enter into my dreams because as much as I don't want to make your house a home, I end up reorganizing mine to find room for you. The steeple is our barrier between was is real and what is make believe, but we always loved Harry Potter so why can't we just have a temporary fix to ease this ache that echoes through halls of books written without words because we don't need to read them to understand them. Maybe I do love you, my friend said once that to be able to love, one must show, just like an infant trying to walk.
With charged touch and oval sighs , I walk behind you as a precaution to our electric hands might collide and send shock waves though our audience, but then again who gives a shit. Maybe all our jewels are stored up in heaven but sitting with you in that hammock felt like a diamond in the rough.
