Tangela Byrd

I left a note under your door hoping you read it with the sweetest intention to understand me, and bring out the clarity to tell you that stars can't be seen unless the moon releases is vibrant light you see; I wanted to stop you in your tracks and hope that I can tell you when I look deep in your eyes I see the stars retract in the Deep parts of the Earth where the sky was created at! amongst the Galaxy there is no time or space you see  it's just us two lonely energies gazing at the perplexed World Through The Eyes of another existence, me and you can feel the resistance as The Milky Way graze past your beautiful and imperfect face, I rather sit in your universe and plant the seeds and water them with my tears from the pain I fear and smile brightly so that the garden would know what it means to have plenriful things to grow. I rather sit and look at the time it took to change the way you look and inhale the breath you breathe as you realize the world is under your feet, as your soul flares you can't help that the drum of your beat suppresses your heat, I hope that writing this letter would be your treasure like the moon dancing on the river.