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Boi Sep 2019
How many more days
‘til I lose time to
your fingertips

How many more days
‘til I lose comfort to
your embrace

How many more days
‘til I lose sanity to
your lips

How many more days
‘til I lose tears to
your grace

Weave my days
like you weave your words
Weave my being
so that I’m only yours
Hi. That’s all folks
Boi Aug 2019
Sometimes even Moon refuses to leave the sky,
the star-adorned sky where it's free
and chooses to imprison itself, being jaded
by everything but you.

It sticks around for your mornings some;
It said watching you every night isn't enough, not even for forever, and I couldn't help but feel jealous.
Boi Jan 2020
I think it’s an hour to sunrise
Breezy winds, weather of winter
The horizon of man made light shimmers
So little yet so many specks
Variant but in unison making a shade of violet
That just about kisses the navy sky freckled with turbulent glitter

It’s very wonderful. It’s really wonderful.
I wish I found someone as wonderful, sometimes.

I mean it’s really cold and we barely have anything on,
But I’m happy you’re watching it with me.

Maybe let’s stay a little.
It’s pretty cold ngl.

— The End —