Resting beneath a

Lush, blooming cherry

Tree, pink clumps of

Cotton candy

Bobbing between her branches

Like silken, tender breasts.

Euphoria sets in as I lean back

And close my eyes,

Her scent light in the air

Lifts me up and I'm carried

On the wings of a dove.

She's made me her own

And I won't resist her. 

She takes ahold of me,

Like it was all her idea

She pulls me close,

Like I've been hers all along

She kisses me like I'm the

Only girl her heart's ever loved.

As soon as it had left my lips,

I caught her eyes.

I had crushed her, again

With my weightless words.

He was in the mood to talk.

And I was in the mood to be wasted

And watch the fire.

Hit all the topics that should

Trigger a reaction.

But tonight I'm too tired for hate.

Tonight I can't be what he needs me to be

beau.ti.ful [byoo.tuh.fuhl]

-adj. - a state of being in which

Something is strong and vulnerable

Simultaneously.