Night falls.
We creep out to the rooftop
at random, leaning back on our elbows admiring the stars in the sky. Picturing
how our lives would be if we hadn’t found each other. Like the number of
fireflies I have attempted to place in a glass jar or picking up dandelions
without it’s beauty dispersing away with the wind, you are just as magnificent but
I guess when everything feels like
in the movies, you bleed just to know you're alive.
Is it selfish to want to
keep you forever?
Cause I love the way
you made your way in.
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