her lips are branded to my brain
i know writing is not enough so i want to draw how i feel; paint murals of my spirit caving in on himself. the lilt of her lip is branded to my brain. my fingers have swam in her aura, my fingertips know her like she’s their close friend. if I were on the first floor of the empire state building, i'd sense her on the 19th, i'd pin her to the very tile she was standing on.
you think I'm lying? think I'm insane?
feel she was sculpted just for me. moulded to meet me. girl, don't make it look like God made a mistake.
Your writing evokes a lot of feelings. Wow. Truly outstanding. If you wrote a book I’d seriously buy it just to read.
You promised to paint a picture, and I can see vividly the mural you've painted with words.
Thanks, broski.