The fastest phase; from loud silence
To the soundless noises.
A tongue-tied; crazy in love indeed,
Everything's forfeited.
What a fool. Walk the crowded hall,
From summer to hopeless fall.
Comfort zone and confession,
Like a wolf howling for the moon.
You're a sunset; indulging the eyes
Until he felt the cries.
You're a train, where seats are empty,
Maybe he just came too early.
He didn't miss. Yet in the midst,
Winds are turning this into dust and mist.
Where sun-like, chasing the playful time,
To be wrapped by your clouds in rhyme.
Unheard wishes; goodness, you're so fine,
Like words written in every line.
Hope all is well, though you don't talk,
These fine folds to your door will knock.
Yes, he knows. Albeit our crimson string
Can't be tied in every early spring,
Still, he prays, you'll feel comforting zephyrs
Like in the fields of happy sunflowers.
Yes, for you. He will always do the same to fall,
From gentle to heavy rains pouring all.
So he yearns, that this time in hustlings,
Will never change his feelings.
Hope these feet, will never regret walking this street.
Because of the train he didn't meet,
He didn't miss.
Grateful enough to be on time,
For he felt the feelings in sublime.
Cold nights; writing about you,
Wondering maybe you see him too.
And lastly; Orion is sadly dreaming about how perfect we could be.


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