Freedom-of-artists

these tears dissipated into consistent fragile wind, forever filled with sunshine and melancholy, i whisper such wishes to the universe, in hopes, that she will hear me, my heart is calling, pleas, suffocating me, eviscerating all of my love, for sunflowers to smile, so you may live, to notice, me, for all of my apologies are tied to multicolored balloons, to wonder at the feel of my hands hovering above your heartbeat, to know, for you to know, time is standing still, my dear, hear me, at sunset, i am waiting, for you only, just you, love.