I saw you again today.
I finally built up the courage to ask for your name.
Wyatt Baker.
Wyatt Baker is what i wrote on my apartment walls last night.
Over and over until the ugly beige color was cover with your name.
Wyatt Baker.
I dream about you all the time.
Sometimes its you falling endlessly into my arms.
Other time you fall right through.
As if I was a lone specter just watching you from afar with outstretched arms.
Wyatt Baker.
Wyatt Baker.
Wyatt Baker.
Wyatt Baker.
Wyatt Baker.
My Wyatt Baker.
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Red Stains
PoesiaTwo boys. One in love, one looking to run away. One with an obsession for the other, one running from love. Stay away from the boy with starry eyes, they say. 《Trigger Warning for anyone planning to read, please proceed with caution.》
