could it be that perhaps
we could happen, hushed and packaged
like a small secret
maybe even for a day
your light stirs me
behind the dark eyes from which we look
and i fall into an unknown path of wild abandon
i see only you, i want to orbit your world
and spin night out of day
all wrapped up in the stains of you
in what makes up you
if only i could list the contents of heaven
paint the stars that hang in your sky
i would let the days slip by
like twisted echoes and hold you there
on the edge of me.
by: merrypens :))
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