I HAVE THOUSANDS AND MILLIONS OF THOUGHTS I COULD POSSIBLY THINK ABOUT, AND MY RESTLESS MIND WILL NEVER CEASE OF THINKING ABOUT YOU, AND THE WAY LIGHTS FLICKERINGLY DANCE ACROSS YOUR GOLDEN BROWN EYES, OR THE WAY YOU SO INTENTLY DO NOT NOTICE ME GAZING AS IF YOU WERE THE SUN AND THE MOON SWING DANCE IN HARMONY WHILE ALL THE STARS ALIGN TO CLAP ALONG, AND I AM COUNTING DOWN TO THE VERY SECONDS AND BREATHS TO WHEN OUR LIPS WILL ONCE AGAIN UNITE, AND OUR HEARTS INTERTWINE AS IF STITCHES WERE MADE OF STEEL, AND I JUST HOPE YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, SO IF A DOUBT EVER CROSSES YOUR LIPS, YOU DECIDE TO CROSS MINE INSTEAD.
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In a Few Years
PoetryDid you mention your hair is down to your ridged back, now, sprawled over the inkworks that mask your skin? Did you forget to cut it short again or did you . . . . . . .
