For every dawn that I open my eyes
Shaking from a nightmare deep
There will be a hundred dawns where
You wake up too
Kissing me back to a sleepFor every morning that I wake up
And find an empty bed beside
There will be a hundred mornings of
Sleepy eyes and yawns and
Waking with you by my sideFor every dusk that the sun goes down
And blowing through my hair, wind lingers
There will be a hundred evenings where
Playing between my hairs
Will be your fingersFor every evening that I look at the moon
Wishing you were seeing it too
There will be a hundred evenings to
Sit quietly watching the moon
But this time with youFor every night that I hug my pillow
Feeling lonely and cold
There will be a hundred nights where
Against your warm skin
My body you'd hold🖤🖤🖤
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The Colours Of Us
PoetryA poetic journey of the deepest desires trapped in the heart of this solivagant - A tale of love and acceptance, of joy and sorrow, or beauty and of the thousand infinities she weaves in her head. ❤️❤️❤️ Note: The characters in this story are fictit...