oh the most beautiful of what i’ve ever written have words, that felt the softest to me
for oh my love, the most i’ve written love, was only after meeting you
oh if my writing felt naive; then oh it was in your ways, i wrote it from
oh if my writing felt simple; then oh it were your eyes, i reflected it from
oh my love,
if my writing felt warm
then know that
it only had your name
knocked on yours; dreaming
to build a home
for all of you and me
that oh will stay until;
a lil more than, forever
loved you, when you were a flower and shall still; bud
times can be confusing. but the mist clears itself soon. do not let who you truly and purely are within, change. for if you lose track of that, all will be lost.
all shall be well.