half a year went by. he had the eyes of a warm cup of coffee and eyebrows full of sadness. his fingertips were tingling with stardust and sorrow still hovered above his chest.
i grasped his hand as tightly as i could in mine, with sunset echoing between our fingers. the soft pillows of our lips were home to a beating heart.
half a heart, half a heart makes a home.
i ran across the field of our intertwined constellation and they smiled. i found home after decades of being a chaotic wanderer.
i wanted to ask him how his heart was, if happiness visited him recently, but he kissed my forehead so i prayed to the above for his name to be intertwined with happiness.
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Half a heart
Poetryif tomorrow comes, tell them, she loved me like there was no tomorrow [ lower-case intended for aesthetic purposes ]
