indian tuberose
on a watery path
its a bright midnight
for you and i
moving shadows
on the ceiling wall
our fingers dance
in the pouring light
i like blue
like that of a frozen lake
pale as a snowflake
your aftertaste
i like citrine
your sleepy brown eyes
iridescent
just before sunrise
i like to watch
the mighty sun fall
ending it all
my eight legged window
captures it all
black rain
octopus sky
we stay inside
do things we like
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
indian tuberose
on a watery path
its a bright midnight
for you and i
moving shadows
on the ceiling wall
our fingers dance
in the pouring light
i like blue
like that of a frozen lake
pale as a snowflake
your aftertaste
i like citrine
your sleepy brown eyes
iridescent
just before sunrise
i like to watch
the mighty sun fall
ending it all
my eight legged window
captures it all
black rain
octopus sky
we stay inside
do things we like
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