Lost In A World Of Touching.

This enchanted realm is theming dust again
Honey you're my last remaining breath
You're the ending beating of my chest
You're so much more the darkness than the light
I can feel the ways you move me when I'm sleeping
How awake am I to still be dreaming
We're falling through strings of seasons
And I have trouble breathing
Your face burns delicate sculpture overlooks
And it hurts.
It hurts to see us getting old
It hurts that distance time and life can hold us
I still pray
Not to something or someone
But of thanks for my dear friend
Heaven's Gonna Be In Hell Tonight
Every single curve is…