‪please kiss me before I disintegrate into fixed stardust on your roof, even then I will be forever watching over you‬

Sitting on the side
of the eclipse
we’re hanging off it’s edge
I’m thinking of you too
dangling off your ledge
I’ll be counting
to number three
and then, I will let go
So I can catch you if you fall
if you count on me
and follow

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Eulogy of the heart
in a locket around her throat
all the little memories
of sun and moon
of wind and rain
recited by bruised lips
that took the euphony
of his kisses
to mean him a lover
of such beautiful things
but will-o'-the-wisp was he
as so mistaken was she
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walking in the path of enlightenment,
I choose to change;
not for my satisfaction
but for your very smile.

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