Dear love of mine, what I wouldn't do to find your fingers intertwined in the holes of my life
So now - a key-strike compresses into the clacky-plastic slab, and now - the dust leaps from my heart as it begins to ba-bum.
And are not hard lines the very things that define form, else I be undisciplined splashes of ambiguity and not my current self
Dreaming of Love That Doesn’t Know My Name
The words on my lips fits like a glove: You are a fighter, but I am the fire of a brand new day