I lay in my bed,
While thoughts of us drift
in and out of the consciousness
of my mind like holes
within a dream catcher.
When you take my hand
And hold me, we are like
Stars at night, in the
Galaxy far above the world
We live in.
With your hand touching my face,
And your lips on mine,
Together we burst into a
Supernova.
We burn so bright that the
Gods far above us,
Kneel down to feel the warmth
Of all that we are against
Their fingertips.
You and I, we are an extraordinary phenomenon.
Two heathens paired together
To make a perfectly balanced saint.
In a world unwitnessed of miracles,
Let us be a beacon of hope,
A reminder that true love is real,
But that a love like ours is rare.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
I lay in my bed,
While thoughts of us drift
in and out of the consciousness
of my mind like holes
within a dream catcher.
When you take my hand
And hold me, we are like
Stars at night, in the
Galaxy far above the world
We live in.
With your hand touching my face,
And your lips on mine,
Together we burst into a
Supernova.
We burn so bright that the
Gods far above us,
Kneel down to feel the warmth
Of all that we are against
Their fingertips.
You and I, we are an extraordinary phenomenon.
Two heathens paired together
To make a perfectly balanced saint.
In a world unwitnessed of miracles,
Let us be a beacon of hope,
A reminder that true love is real,
But that a love like ours is rare.
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