The night is outstanding tearing my soul apart

The night is outstanding tearing my soul apart. I'm bosomy trying to convert the feels in art. A horizon of seagulls yelp my longing song Only the smoke of cigarettes is keeping it along. I'm anxiously wrapping your breeze into my arms I miss you, but won't tell you, avoiding your charms. Defeated and erratic, still endeavor to protect - The last and most magnifique molecule of your scent.