the art of dreams

just scheduled my first real photography gig..kinda excited for that. 

life is like a box of lucky charms..sometimes theyre magically delicious, but then other times people eat all the marshmallows out the box and youre left with basically cheerios. however, either way, you still have breakfast, and thats something to be thankful for.

Baby girl we’ve got chemistry and I like that. 

But I failed chem last semester so lets move on to some biology

So I can be your doctor.

I don’t know how you fit all that in your genes but

I want to unzip and rip them apart like helicase

and realize that there’s no hell in your case

When I find God

Holding your polypeptide bonds.

I’m just trying to see what codes for your beauty

And what makes you so bright,

You don’t even need photosynthesis baby so when there’s no light

let me be your knight

In shining armor and show you what chivalry feels like.

I can see nothing but positivity like ions

when I put my eyes on you. 

And I wish,

That the epithelium of our lips

Will join in the synthesis of our souls as they kiss.

Please, excuse me if it seems like I’m staring at your chest,

I’m just trying to X-ray the greatness in you.

That palpitating clump of hope and virtue

That’s been battered, bruised, ripped and spit on by him,

A childish boy who sang love songs and hymns to you,

But then took another into his arms and smiled like it was just a funny bone,

But its not at all humerus. Theres no jester in this kingdom but

Your heart is a queen,

Who holds her throne despite unfaithful rains

And uses her veins

As reins

To reign over your lungs,

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i just want to see you happy,

hear your laughter break sound barriers,

and watch your smile eclipse the sun.