ZanXD

sweetheart, do you like looking at the sky (at night) when the moon {which forgot to say goodbye} had suggested to us that strange (Potter things) would be {leading to people getting high?} I don't know but I'm waiting for your answer I am livid, fluid and vapor. you let in a gasp of wispy summer nights in a soon-regretted impulse; I can taste the dulce moon in my ears with how loud you marked your return-- I am here, love. You're beautiful. [How could you not be?!] While the skies whisper to me (of lost lullabies) {when dreams told me about my drear serenity} how else could I walk to the ends, amending A walk through a utopia [built from