all spoken
much unspoken
untouched
unremarkable to the world
unseen
unsure
but completely drawn
drawn, are two souls
as light to the sun
the chill to a breeze
thoughts and voices
so interlinked
that they’re one
to some
unspoken
but not much left unsaid
red eyes
raspy voices
birds chirping outside the window
it’s 5am again
this has to end
“are you okay?”
“how’s the day?”
“i can’t stay”
(don’t crucify me by going away)
this block in my hand
where my heart dwells
where stories are shared
and souls are awakened
lives are built
and secrets are shaken
it’s 5am now
our real lives begin
but everything feels as fictitious
as what many would call another man’s god
because with you
i’ve never felt so real
so tangible
so full
it’s 5am now
“my love, we should sleep”
“tell me about so and so and such and such”
i can’t help but listen
i can’t help but feel
because truly
this is a love that poets dream of
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