Ever notice how the same words,
Change their depth,
Depending on who gives them to you?
I love you from your child,
Your best friend,
I love you,
That burns deep into your skin,
Turning you to consuming molten.
Words are powerful,
But those who give them to you,
They give them added strength,
Sinking the words deeper into you.
As soon as you start to filter yourself for someone,
You are lost.
He was the moon,
Who controlled the ocean inside her,
With a sigh.
Letting the sun trace the curves of my skin,
Every chance it gets,
In the hope I will become etched in it’s memory,
And it’s touch in mine.
Sink back into the night,
Watch the world unfold,
And tell you it’s story.
And she loved the warmth on her skin.
But if you’re kissed well,
You’ll feel it deeper then just on your skin.
And she wished the sun could touch her soul.