The mist without sunshine; we're here,
on wheels with two smiles.
Nineteen to where we matched,
to the strings attached in miles.
To see you like clear skies,
all ears with each uttered word,
within each glimpse of the eyes.
I seek warmth to echoes I heard.
The energy I could see,
if to name it yours;
you kept it crystal clear and free,
where we'll open all uncharted doors.
My stars will hold your moon,
and align you with me.
A scarlet tint; a living boon,
we'll cross paths at three.
If I can say “You smile”,
all my thoughts fathom in awe.
To no misery of baggages i pile,
they leave my chest ashore.
Small talk with music in chords,
minutes to silence and I'd sway.
To my delusion minted in your laughs,
we grew red tinted in a day.
Jul 10, 2024
Jul 10, 2024 at 11:38 PM UTC
The mist without sunshine; we're here,
on wheels with two smiles.
Nineteen to where we matched,
to the strings attached in miles.
To see you like clear skies,
all ears with each uttered word,
within each glimpse of the eyes.
I seek warmth to echoes I heard.
The energy I could see,
if to name it yours;
you kept it crystal clear and free,
where we'll open all uncharted doors.
My stars will hold your moon,
and align you with me.
A scarlet tint; a living boon,
we'll cross paths at three.
If I can say “You smile”,
all my thoughts fathom in awe.
To no misery of baggages i pile,
they leave my chest ashore.
Small talk with music in chords,
minutes to silence and I'd sway.
To my delusion minted in your laughs,
we grew red tinted in a day.
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