Eyes like soil

I wish I could plant my roots in them 

Let my soul derive all that it needs from every part of you

Skin like petals 

I ask if you love me or not 

Not if you can

The last time I see you may be the last time I live 

And the last time I live is the time before I see you 

Heaven is a grass field 

Your shoulder is a downy pillow 

Hand grasping mine 

Your eyes seemed to glow in the fire 

Now I know it was just a trick of the light.