Rising above

Looking around.

The sky grazes my head.

And the wind is my guidance.

An owl's messenger assistant.

To the rays I soar higher.

And your smile kisses my lips.

A little bit less than perfect.

A little bit overly blotched.

Still past perils of torment.

I'll make it back to your

Heart.

My world is an apple.

My sins are the stems.

These leaves crush my dreams.

But the light your provide me.

The scent of a cure.

You set me

Free.

A little bit more than messy.

A little bit rotten inside.

Yet streams of a thrilling world

Is what your galaxy eyes

Share.

Raindrop of heaven.

A sprinkle is all I ask.

Water my quenched taste buds.

A drip could heal the wretched.

A little bit more than desperate.

A little bit too much in vain.

But if desperation could have another meaning.

"I adore you" would be its new

Name.