I wish to swim in the ocean of your eyes I want to dream myself in your tears but I will also silences in your cries as we float on through the years.
Your smile is like a bright moon while your laughter is spilled sunshine on the brightest of noons but this all seems asinine.
You are not sun or moon or god or the ineffable sky. You are human, you have blood and at night your cry.
So, why do I praise you? And forget your mistake? I have not one clue but inside me, you are the ache