Our Reality

Pink roses, Dandelions, Strawberry scented candles, Nobody compares. Irreplaceable fingertips against silken hair like a waterfall in the desert, touched by god. All I need is my lady's embrace, I cry, crave it, for anything that reminds me of her. The sweet unforgettable smell of milk tea and the hum of a melody. She's a whisper in the late hours of the night. We share a deep secret, A deadly one it seems, One that could rip us apart, A hard one to keep. If only those who understood were among us and weren't in far away lands unbeknownst to I.

I would kill for a reality like that.