I often wonder, about the world in your mind… I know its colors, are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before…
The madness, might grip my soul, and crumble me like the ten-page love letter I never sent to my high school sweet heart.
I’ll keep driving for now, at least, until somewhere, catches up to me.
You say to me, that I am yours, in this world of in between. You say to me, that all this pain, was truly just a dream,
Little Prince. I know, you did your best.
Your scars are beautiful, to those who would see you clearly.
Beautiful, is the gift, that you might witness, a many great things.
I let you be imperfect, and still I gave you, too much of myself.
something about, wearing a suit jacket, inspires a confidence, that is favorably reflected, in the eyes, of beautiful strangers.
Everything you’ve ever done, has been to hold me, between the stairs, of heaven and hell. And you have done phenomenal…