title schmitle

she thinks she's coy

with her shy look away

and like a ****

she hits me with that look

and smirk

as if she knows

my little secret

that she is

my biggest weakness

i stare up at the moon

and say your name

in hopes my soundwaves bounce

off of that rocky face

and reach you

and only in dreams

your breath warms me

clouds creep behind the moon

my mind warns me

if one cycle of rem

can last a life time

then i never wanna wake up

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