Lovegazers - Red Apollo

You are better than a dream because you drain in reality.

And you sow sunflower seeds into my aching chest

to heal what’s deep inside of me.

I am miserable in its merest shape

of our sacred space.

And the height of my reflectiveness is birthed into a shameful light.

But you ensare me with a glimpse

yet lovely as each starlit night

but in the end portentous words are just free and bound morphemes.

And the illusions behind virtuousness

are equivalent to our hopes and dreams.

Where distance feels like poison but affection like a remedy.

«I miss you» is so simple in its syntax but complex in reality.