Can not fight this feeling
of wanting to see your smile.
Your stature matched with
undeniable style.
What I see is not visible to the naked eye,
it is beyond average,
sweet and wholesome like
fresh sweet potato pie.
Swaying in dreams, feet dangling
from the sky,
yet it is as real as all
of the butterflies
that remind me
to remain free.
No suffocation,
oxygen overflows,
no sobriety,
intoxicated love I suppose.
Adamant, determined,
weak, yearning,
I surrender,
with no regret.


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