I Can Grow People.

Just saying.

Tied by tungsten but bound by blood and there is a magnet in his hand; that pulls me upwards, to beyond. Everything he censors are the feelings that are real: lay down your arms, Sir, and now act upon innocence and push me towards smiles worth remembering because I never staged a bitterness quite like that and I'm embarrassed that you see through me and that my dreams confess: nuance, maneuvers, capital failures and lesser disputes. Still, no apologies are pending.

I love you.