i would imagine that if my heart were some elite club, you would be the only member of the v.i.p. you would have your own private seating, just for you. and it would be for you to do with what you will. as it is now.
though i know not how to tell you; your ears are deafened to my gentle words.. like a buoyant breeze to a wall of bricks.. albeit time has begun to erode the wall, breathing whiffs of that very breeze, that honeyed current into a garden so secret, so beautiful that i cannot help but smile at the thought. so i suppose i cannot complain. i will say this, i am unfit for this wait, i simply wish to crash into you and feel you and i intertwined.
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