Verticle I Wish To Be

But I on the other hand. You on the other side. where my roots are rich with thee. Every breath inhaling love, which seems but for at least for March. Bushes grow and I to shine each leaf. The garden is your painted Ahs and ex's lovely O's. Luxuriously, it pulls I push it far away. With the unlimited little light I write tonight. And of the stars, the woods and trees the flowers have. I walk among'st those, but none of those become more wise. I leave aware you are aware. Of when I sleep. Once there was a time because of me and now you are. I wish to be.