*you*Mature

with you it gets hard to breathe
whenever you talk to me
you have my head in the clouds
don’t even try to pull me down-
you’re breathtakingly
show-stoppingly
splendidly
bright and loud
and ecstasy personified,
it is on your words,
that i’m flying high;
you are my starship
coming to take me away
to the land of our promises
and the things that could’ve been.

The End

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