I like it,
Whether it be on cold winter mornings,
Or breezy summer days;
Days spent with you.
I like it,
When our eyes would meet,
Only by chance —
Your eyes brimming with euphoria;
The fact that I was the one who poured it within,
Only makes the thumping ringing in my ears —
Louder.
I want —
To paint your sky with an epiphany,
Of overflowing desires;
To only but hope —
Hope your canvas is large enough,
For my plethora of colours;
To stain your nothing with my everything.
I want —
For your warmth,
That feeling of serendipity,
Spreading through my blood;
Blossoming with the beating of my heart.
You.
Closer,
The words come out of my mouth in stutters,
A sudden rush of butterflies —
Looking away,
Dusted a deep pink upon your face.
My darling.
My only desire,
Only millimetres away —
Perhaps you're the same;
To hold your hand.
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Ya boi is bacc
>:3
— pluto
