My Stories Of You (Chapter Seven) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

In these bizzare worlds of the two,
there are places of impossible blue
where giants glue pieces of you
on me,
in their ritual of love.
Finally! They have managed to cover me, with you.
Here, there are islands that dance with the stars
and love is still born from it's ashes, anew.
In this world without graves
you are a ship and I'm the sea,
and you were made for me.
You love me
and I love you too,
because I'm not the only one that wants the kiss.
I have seen this in my dreams,
I have seen a lot more of you, than any other idiot before me,
for I wasn't afraid to love you beyond the lie.