Thinking of You
I bet you think of me
when the scent of summer
makes you sad
and everything crumbles
under your feet
like cheap eggshells.
I think about you too,
on days I sit beside a pile of books
wishing you'd know
it's not too late
to find your morning star.
So, allow me to guide your fingers
at the soft touch of dawn,
let's fill blank, crumpled spaces
with happy endings,
allow me
to undress your feelings
in slow motion,
let me show you how to say things
in all honesty.
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02.08.26
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