Under the orange sunset
Our arms wrapped around pillows
Have you ever felt that
Comfort below weeping willows?

We are here, far from home,
So let me listen to your stories
From outside this sweltering dome.
Let me listen to your worries.

Don't you dare say sorry,
Don't say you're fine,
Don't be scared, don't hurry,
Your secrets are mine.

Here it is only us and the furniture,
Glowing with the golden sun.
For now, just forget the future
And focus on the now, the fun

from a long, long time ago,
In a faraway place perchance,
Remember how winds used to blow
Free. Your family, friends, romance...

Tell me more, till you are sore,
I am here, one with the air,
Listening as your teas pour
And comfort you, show that I care

for you…
Now there is no fear.
Just your sweet tea and tears
enslaved in the atmosphere...

You talk and talk, on and on...
Recursion. Infinite loop.
But what about me?
Would you do the same for my bitter, black tea?

I gaze into the midnight eve
And in my heart, I am relieved.
I held you tight, never to let go,
For I truly adore you so.
My dearest friend, until the end,
And I will forever commend
The fact you did all that today,
And still cared if I'm okay.
I am okay, I promise this,
May I never let the chance miss
To kiss your darling lips
And impart on us both bliss.

Bring forth the rite of war
But of self sacrifice
I'd throw myself on his blade
If it brought you a mite of love for me.

I'd sacrifice myself in field of battle,
Enraging my brawny, tawny ways,
And sacrifice myself to he,
Who makes me wish I hadn't messed up