less than a week
and november will be gone.
that’s okay, november has
been november. december will
be my lover.
peace is such a funny thing. the
stars have been
yearning for me
since i lost my voice in them.
falling to share love;
all this to share love.
it’s a different kind of love
to half this sadness. to half this burden.
the moon sits at the foot of my bed
and she enjoys the cake with me,
licking her fingers and laughing at
my jokes.
have you felt lonely recently?
the third and the fourth and the
fifth wall crumble in my love for you.
winter has never shone this bright.
i have never shone this bright.
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