Her

 This is real

This is so real it's unreal

My chest won't stop

My heart can't stop

These are things dreams try to be

Whichis why it is so unreal

But the things that I feel

Are to visceral

to ignore.

as the little whims, I'm sure,

you feel the string that connects

our hearts, we can't forget

even though we live so far away

It tugs my butterflies so they fly backwards

Backwards Butterflys

Because I miss you

Tumbling heart

Because I feel you

From so far away

Perfection doesn't exist

I know this

But why do I find more

That I can't ignore

as so totally you.

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