Romance IV

The mere thought of you, is the conclusion to my chase of finding sanity because you are the catalysts, my catalyst

You are confusion

The mere thought of you is a chaotic celebration, I am confirmed to the callous nature that you seek to care

The mere thought of you is the ceremonial charade, as we pretend to decipher this love, we never noticed that our constellations would always collide

We were never meant to create, anything

Cosmic

The mere thought of you is solace to the secluded heart, only striving to encapsulated by your subtleties

The mere thought of you sedates my ability to think, I'm in a state of submissive comatose, please spare my mind and release my sanity

To be serenaded by your voice

The mere thought of you supercedes logical thinking, there is a lack of the ability compartmentalize because you are the only solution

The mere thought of you is a simile, as radiant as sunshine, soothing like the melodies of rainfall

You are a catastrophe, it's simple to notice the missing pieces of your soul, shouting to the symmetrical discord of mine

The mere thought of you is a simile, as luminous ad the moonlight, the wick of this candle finally burns out to utter darkness

You embodied everything I loved about being considered a singularity, when paired with you, I was spared from the lies, what I should've feared was the truth