you kept whispering them to me
promises that would be tested
as time goes by
so does your love for me
and as i become more intimate
you would think it is best to let me go
under the stars in the sky
on a blanket filled with crumbs
wet lips locked
the heavens have witnessed
two souls in one
a pair soon to be strangers again
no more
i think to myself
and i promise to myself
no more nights outside
and no more missing you
no more sense for it
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Later
Poetrywhen the world is quiet and you can hear my thoughts-there'd be just your understanding, patience, and love? [COMPLETE ✔️]
