floating metaphor

Im into
You
I know
You feel
The same

We’re picture
Perfect
As long as
Its you’re frame
-
I don’t mind
The conspiracy
-
No binds legally
But diggin the feelin
You’re feelin me
-
Atleast these
Letters are lyrically
-
My vowels are constant
As these
Consonants are my instruments
-
I’d write a
Sonnet of a symphony
Just to see
If your eyes
Were hearin me
-
but for now
I’ll just chill
No more typin
My hands
See your body
And want to
Start writin