What is captivation but a blueprint.
If your eyes have carved out the ways that I move
Then you soothe me
Is it the hair that moves me or the eyes
Your a sight to see for mine
your rivers create a thirst
That match your words that create a thirst for knowledge
That grasp me and cause me to speak in words with means of appreciating your persuasion
Am I captivated, yes, have you charted my heart in your skies probably so.
Could I attempt to taste your skies and clouds in order to reach the depth of your stars, I will take time to honor each moment of alignment until we forget where time went, never forgetting what was sent. If we look up in the sky very high we might see
the constellation as a blueprint or a start that shines that is of you reminiscent.
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Donald Sledge
A lover of all things creative, If I could live forever, I'd decline, I'd rather just make the most of my time.
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