Your sighs harmonize with mine.
Date: Jan 7th, 2011 3:54:43 pm - Subscribe
Mood: A little let down.
Music: Owl City - I'll Meet You There
From across this flourishing meadow I can barely make you out. But I know, strong and steady, there you stand amongst the grass beneath your exalted anatomy.
Outside of my reach, my eyes design you to my imagination. My mental Matisse delineates your glorious extremities with dazzling highlights and naturalistic hues.
Upon your divergences are your fruitful passions. I am persuaded to believe that they are all mine. There are so many, and I find myself so thrilled. Some are large, some are miniature. They all bear individual pigments. Brilliant blue, ravishing rose, entrancing emerald. All so succulent. So luscious.
As I begin to approach, I realize that your contour is slowly coming into view. My eyes widen with excitement, and my step quickens.
Only, the closer I get, the more your colors are beginning to fade, and your leaves are withering.
I fail to understand, and it is painful to endure these thoughts.
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