Weather's keen

This is too good not to share.
89 and holding:

I was eager.
You threw the party down:
"When I decided I would be callous"

With black air,
and as the blankets begin to self-swallow, I said:
"Well, there is life in your skin and I'm not giving up."

It's a shame to think I'm against all odds as I'm peeling layers of questions stacking up.
Tidal says "weather's keen" on a creamy landscape, a dim sun that has yet to arise.

It's all good. I'm tackling you from another side, a hopeful solution.

Beautiful sunrise beneath my feet is begging:
"Don't approach another love, you were deceived in perished hands"

We can share cheap stories on this cliff.
You'd be eager too, if you could see me for what I would be.

"This is too good not to share." I thought.
"89 and holding."