Envious ThingsMature

with all that falling snow
and that dropping temperature
reminds me of how warm you are
how I'd never let you go
got your taste
dripped on my lips
something I never want to lose
the heat
of your skin against mine
I swear
if you were a drug
you would be like heroin
and if we
were laying
under the night sky
the moon would be busy
marveling at you
the stars
singing the night on and on
but they are not the reason
you look up or you smile
they are envious
they cannot sit
and look at you
the way I do
and darling there is not a thing
nor a person
that loves you
like I do

The End

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