the blue ink dampened my soberness. they need weed to get high but i don't need one. i just need a fix every morning that is you and a cup of strong caffeine.
just so you know, where everybody screamed their lungs out, i just put my mind at ease and locked it in the dark and silence. those lonely silence engulfed me while you embraced me.
he's like cold coffee in the midday.
"why in the midday? why not in the morning?"
"actually, that's a good question. it is because, he was so addicting in the morning that the lover can't take his eyes off him. he can't keep still, itching to love him all over again."
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Silent Lullaby
Poetrysnippet of memories and little moments between two best friends. "i love you, han." [lowercase intended. unedited.] (2015 - 2018)
