yesterdaysskyline:

Silk skin,
arid hand.
Warm sheets,
empty head.
Subtle undress,
impartial caress.
Hopeless romantic,
redundant insignificance.
Persistent affection,
counting conquests.
Perpetual daydream,
reminiscence haunting.
Stable faith,
nuclear bombs.
XX,
XY.
Mother nature,
dead man.

He’s going to make a name for himself one day because he’s extremely talented.