RF ( / )

For Better, Or Worse

He's probably an intellegent kind of guy.
Says sweet things and makes you get butterflies.
When he smiles,
Let me guess,
your knees buckle and you turn to jello,
How could I have gone so long with out knowing this amazing speciman of the male species walked the earth with me, not so far away.
Close enough to hit with a stone.
Far enough to watch with out being seen.
You cant deny it.
It's there.
It is seen.
It's seen in the Art.
He's an Artist, of the mind body and spirit.
He makes you feel so much.
With every emotion you have.
It all combusts.
Causing colors and shapes and 'art' to erupt in your brain.
Seeping into your veins.
Making you feel beautiful all the way down to your soul.
He makes you think and feel harder, longer, and deeper than you ever did or would with out him.
Like it or not, he is a part of you.
Always will be.
For better.
Or for worse.

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You read my mind and then expressed it better than I ever could. t x