Sitting here,
late at night
with my coffee stained breath
going nowhere but towards
the screen of my computer,
I think how nice it would be
to have a reason to put it away.
To have someone pleading with me to
"Come to bed already".
To have someone see stars in my eyes
the way I see entire galaxies in theirs.
To have someone love me
half as much as I love them.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Sitting here,
late at night
with my coffee stained breath
going nowhere but towards
the screen of my computer,
I think how nice it would be
to have a reason to put it away.
To have someone pleading with me to
"Come to bed already".
To have someone see stars in my eyes
the way I see entire galaxies in theirs.
To have someone love me
half as much as I love them.
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