© Nov. 1, 2019. All Rights Reserved.
First in mid-winter, I saw your royalty,
Which pumped near with unexpressed divinity.
My presence vanished like untouched loyalty.
I couldn’t interrupt your serenity.
While your breaths are a distinctive melody,
My steps are overdue, seen by nobody.
Only if…
Only if…
Only if you…
Strum the strings to my smiles before I…
Before I show you how much I love you. Why?
So you strum in a way that can make me cry
With tears of joy, singing for my late goodbye.
Tell me, “How does our distance match the night sky?”
Because you live in my heart, my love won’t die.
Only if you got a blood transfusion,
I’d be inside-out of this confusion,
Hugging you throughout the world’s exclusion.
Alone, I’ll beg for a delusion.
Isaiah Lawrence 