3 years ago. November 24, 2020 at 8:12 AM
“You are a foreigner in the world of modern expression. Words fail to describe what a work of art you are”
at least to me
I so hope that is enough to bring life to those lips I often dream of kissing.
no words are grand enough.
the translation would never be accurate.
You are the roar of thunder
the blinding flash of electricity,
That even the most brave flinch at.
You are the silver-blue hue and the crimson metallic smell that thunderstorms always leave in their wake.
You are an Earthquake
causing a tectonic shift in my being
