There's a vigil being held inside my heart. 

Dim lighting and poured liquor. 

Your voice is like a sweet song.
Vernacular dipped in honey.
Strong hands...
that would grip my curves with the precision of a Nascar driver.
You are my fantasy
The left to my right
You are my ideal canvas and my brush stays wet.

RED

You have become woven into the fabric of me. 

A deep red stain on the white satin of my heart. 

I breathed you like air. 

I felt you like a gentle breeze across my face. 

 

Now you're like a hurricane 

You've uprooted my soul 

and now I don't know which way is up. 

I'm lost without the slightest inkling of how to find myself. 

I thought you were I and I were you, blended perfectly. 

A dream dancing on the precipice of a nightmare and we've glided too close to the edge. 

I've hit the ground.