and i remember the sound of your heartbeat against the backdrop of mine, our melted silhouettes, your profile i sketched with my fingertips and re-traced with unforgiving memory; remember the soft glow of streetlamps and warm hands and all the times i failed to mention your name when we matched palms. so, once in a while, i imagine you on the highrise, furiously painting the northern sky line, reverie on the sole of your magic fingertips; silence in overture and everything in between and oh! if only those moments would come more often; then i would be convinced of a pretty world, a beautiful place all over again! sunset, seashells and icecream where... ..stands between us is nothing but air and rainbows painted across our joint hearts. wriggle burry our toes in warm white sand and listen to the waves crash into our palms. scribbled destinies. read our future and we will live and love happily ever after....
