A night robbed of its stars
On a cloudy night
Don't show the full picture.
It just isn't right.
Our eyes can be the stars.
We can stare at each other,
Looking for the answers we crave
And the future with our favored lover.
The warmth of our hands
Pales to the heat in our lips.
Let's share this kiss
And spark up a love made of sticks.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
