i haven't wrote something about you yet,
because truthfully,
i don't know where to start.
my poetry is pure vulnerability,
and my heart is a very intricate piece of art.
i actually don't know if you know that i write,
but if you ever happened to cross this piece i wanted to make it right.
while i'm writing this,
my hope is that you're asleep,
because being asleep is also showing the same thing with pure vulnerability.
to me that's a fair trade;
you receive the purest forms of me,
and i get to see you be in one of the purest forms peace can be.
it's 3am,
and if i don't stop now then i'll have no self control to later,
you're always on my mind,
give me a kiss,
i'll see you later.
i hate to be selfish,
but can i have one more;
the way, "of course," came across your sweet spoken lips,
had me wanting to ask you again,
but instead i think i'll convince you this,
what if we could forever kiss?
it would be my own very pleasure,
to love you this whole lifetime,
we could grow old together.



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