Worn Intentions
Such a silent night, to behold
this triumphant desire.
The night sky is a deep breath,
as your lungs prove their worth.
I find comfort in your shadow,
away from the flaws lying under the sun.
The warmth hugs my feet,
and your neck greets my lips.
Questions turn to answers,
as feelings turn to daylight.
It was then, I was sure-
this feeling would be my last.
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