This bitter chill disappears with your presence. It's like summer all winter long. Understanding thoughts and feelings has never been so difficult. Fireworks still explode in my chest when I dream of you. Butterflies are relentless. When we're together time is irrelevant. However, our time together is time well spent and it's made all the difference in the world. When the outside is screaming dark blue, the color of the night, I'll be dreaming of you. I'll never lose sight and when the sun destroys the darkness, yellow buries the past, fiction becomes reality. Good times forever last. Love is not a word to be understood. What power does something have when it is constricted into what we believe that it should be? This lack of air is coming naturally. Butterflies relentlessly tickling my insides is slowly becoming a normal practice. The perfect shape and color in your eyes is hammering away at my insides, you're so beautiful. Even though I know that you're not perfect you're still flawless in my eyes and even when the wick is burned your fire stays alive.