5:00 a.m.
The time came when the sky was clear and the stars looked near, you called me in the early hours of the morning.
You told me to meet you up at a hill far from city lights and loud nights.
Being used to your bizarre, I sleepily said, "Aye".
5:20 a.m.
You greeted me with a hug and told me to lay side by side with you under the humble stars. I did, in delight of your presence.
My eyes roamed around the quiet dark of the starry heavens, as you settled yourself comfortable on the cool grass of the hill.
Your slow breathing and warmth reassured me of your presence.
Why is it so beautiful, Max?
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
