at the studio

Words just flew by as you hold my hand. Like the concentration will do if they had had the wings.
Night was just freezed out my sight of smile. Like they will lock me up in the breeze of a heartbeat.
Oh and you just paralyzed the sorrow out of me. Like a fairy will do to Neil Perry's life.

I want you. I trust you. I am coming to you.
(Oscar Wilde-1895)