dedication: @AliveForMusic
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sometimes
I think of
the sun
and the moon
as lovers,
who rarely meet,
always chase,
and
almost miss one another.
but
once in a while,
they do catch up.
and they kiss.
as the world stares,
in awe,
of the eclipse.
maybe it was your eyes,
maybe it was your laugh,
or maybe,
it was the way,
you hugged me tight.
maybe it was your voice,
or maybe,
it was the way,
you talked.
or maybe,
it was the way,
your fingers,
touched my hand,
when you held them.
maybe it was,
the love you gave.
or maybe,
it was the way,
you walked.
or maybe,
it was the way,
you looked me in the eyes,
and told me,
you loved me.
but I can't.
I just can't get you outta my head.
the dreams,
they captivate me,
and I find myself,
wanting,
no.
craving more.
I can't help,
but cry at night.
where have you gone?
oh blue hair,
the only one I love,
where have you gone?
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Intoxicated » Muke ✓
Короткий рассказ❝Your kisses are intoxicating and I want to be drunk, hammered, smashed, stumbling on the floor in love.❞ two boys met in a club and had sex, this is the journey of finding each other again completed, poem form [ cover by me ]
