A breeze of cold air penetrate my core,
As I long for your warm tight hugs,
But then it's just me and my homies,
Talking deeply with our coffee mugs.
I wonder how would it feel to be by your side
and watch these glimmer of city light's horizon,
As our hearts discuss through synch heartbeats—
Listening to their silent screams of affection.
But then a cold breeze snap me out of the daydream—
bringing me back to our present state,
It's still a long run for both of us,
Imaginations are just the best things
I could create.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC
A breeze of cold air penetrate my core,
As I long for your warm tight hugs,
But then it's just me and my homies,
Talking deeply with our coffee mugs.
I wonder how would it feel to be by your side
and watch these glimmer of city light's horizon,
As our hearts discuss through synch heartbeats—
Listening to their silent screams of affection.
But then a cold breeze snap me out of the daydream—
bringing me back to our present state,
It's still a long run for both of us,
Imaginations are just the best things
I could create.
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