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>> morii <<

// the desire to capture a fleeting experience //

sunsets and the moon,
isn't purple the hue for breakfast with you?

and crimson smiles on your neck
weren't gone from yesterday,
when we tried to reach for the stars
or was it all in our heads?

and it's tempting
to pull you back in
but my voices tend to leave me
whenever you're around,

and there's a graveyard of feelings
sitting at the tip of my tongue
but I can't lend them to you -
cause your lips seem too far out of reach;

even though we've almost kissed
you leave me breathless still,
and the moonlight fondling your skin
won't ever get to know how you feel

for you left in the middle of my thoughts,
and my poem has been incomplete since.

~