Midnight Blues

some time around your vicinity

The first time words don't fall out of my mouth,

11:36 at the top of your rooftop

Lying in a piece of cloth you prepared

Gazing at the stars, our hands wrap around.

Like the sliver dust up up, 

your eyes are

And how they rest upon the sky,

filled my night with earnest feels.

Before the morning light sings,

we felt our body's skin

Odd warmth, and touch of goodbyes

Like new minute, a 3:00 grin.

The End

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