by t.k.
we’re laying on our backs looking up at the sky
and i’m asking, begging you to love me
i would convince you if i had it in me to try
instead i drift into the vastness above me
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and i think my voice got lost
somewhere between uncharted constellations
of stars, untethered lovers crossed
holding maps with no destinations
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it could be in the space between your fingers
or maybe sheltered in the palm of your hand
tucked into dark spaces, it lingers
calling me, begging me to land.
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i would build ships to unseen planets just for you to
tear them asunder
i would change my name to cassiopeia to have you
stare upon me with wonder
Leuphorique 