I would give you, almost anything,
for the borders, to close.
For our separate galaxies,
to inch, and crawl, ever closer,
winding and unwinding
around each other,
like the red thread of fate,
rocking gently, on twin spools.
I would give up, almost everything,
for my lifeline, to unravel,
if only...
to retangle, around yours,
in a closed,
but infinite loop.
I would give you my all,
my everything
For the distance,
between us...
to vanish.
For the spaces around us,
to suture themselves, together,
and heal,
like gaping wounds.
For the sublime favor,
of feeling you shine down, on me,
in a way no other, could do.
To see all your love,
reflected, in your mirrored irises,
and know that no one,
stands before, or behind me.
And I'd sell my own soul,
without a second thought
just to hear you say
That I'm your one,
your only love,
and no other
could ever
do.
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 12:43 AM UTC
I would give you, almost anything,
for the borders, to close.
For our separate galaxies,
to inch, and crawl, ever closer,
winding and unwinding
around each other,
like the red thread of fate,
rocking gently, on twin spools.
I would give up, almost everything,
for my lifeline, to unravel,
if only...
to retangle, around yours,
in a closed,
but infinite loop.
I would give you my all,
my everything
For the distance,
between us...
to vanish.
For the spaces around us,
to suture themselves, together,
and heal,
like gaping wounds.
For the sublime favor,
of feeling you shine down, on me,
in a way no other, could do.
To see all your love,
reflected, in your mirrored irises,
and know that no one,
stands before, or behind me.
And I'd sell my own soul,
without a second thought
just to hear you say
That I'm your one,
your only love,
and no other
could ever
do.
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