Remebering the butterfly feeling you gave me when I first wrote down stories with an pen and an pad while seeing time slip by like the white clouds in the sky
your my first love when I couldn't verbally form paragraphs from my frontal lobe cortex
your my first love that allowed me to get intimate in between the lines lightning the spark that dimmed to it's lowest stem today my fire is on full blast ready to dominate my passion to it's highest potential it's highest elevation on my own poetic peak
I pray my love never simmers like heat that targets concrete