Every time I close my lids
Photo by Baraa Jalahej from Pexels
Every time I close my heavy lids
I hope it's you that I dream of.
In the dark embrace of the silent night
I hear it's you the stars sing of.
I long for you
Like a hopeless romantic,
Parallel lines longing to meet.
I look for you like
I look for the tunes
Of a new song on repeat.
I feed these embers
To bloom into a fire
So I'll never ever be cold.
But some days I wonder
If you gaze homeward
Or you'd rather not let it unfold.
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