Your midnight silhouette
Enlightens my doorway,
At nights like this,
When the serenity of the frost
Ills my wish upon the shooting stars.
Your midnight silhouette
Takes me into your dark chest.
Your invisible hands make their way
Up to my red-rimmed eyes,
Brushing away my holed up grief.
Your midnight silhouette
Blurry in all its form, imperfect in its curves
Unjust in its warm, hearthly presence
Still makes me heave a sigh of content,
Smile a smile of relief, and let my mind
Ease when it crawls up to me, every night;
I've fallen in love, in love with your midnight silhouette...
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚)
Poetry"𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 ; 𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 ; 𝘈 𝘱𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺"