is it? | 3.4.20
Looking in him, listening to his voice is a calm type serenity, he is so much I missed, so much I love, when you find a soul that finds into ways about from your deepest parts of your heart you remember why you chose to love him the way deserved, devoured, when he turns into the sky you’re an oasis filling silver sky, makes you laugh at sweet words said, gestures made to be remembered at all my sweetest and darkest affections carried, ocean passion made for each time he gives me flowers in reminder of love and never hope, his eyes are as soft as they are fire, he loves to talk and I love to watch him evolve this way too, I find his words soothing, he tells me he loves me for who I am and I escape into myself some more, he helps me find release in places I have kept hidden from myself, says them out loud for me to hear, for me to listen, likes to tell me he loves me reminds me about his scent, I am no fast feeling he says I am here to stay with him until passing, I want to tell him together we’re all we need, but I hold my voice, I become scared of the very thing I have dreamed about, I am not always this scarce to be loved, but I am scarce to love harder, we get told that this much time is love, forget time is an illusion faded into us right before our eyes, and so often we look for parts of past flames into present partners, we tell our freedom this is not who has dreamed this hard to be kept this silent, your love has always been unpredictable, is has always been free, let it flow where it will, let the weeds find its release here too, we are Spring in Late November do not play with your own heart dear fire child.