The burning intensity
of a few hundred nights
awaiting the day
when they'd turn out the lights
A dreamer wrapped up
in the romanticism of youth
A whispered promise
that he would bring her the Truth
Another night alone
she sighs out loud
a few hundred nights
and she will be let out
Those few hundred nights
passed on , so slow
He walks up to her
As she sits there alone
She gives him herself
He holds her close
They waited long enough
Desire, shared by both?
Author notes
This is for him. What we could have been. What we won't be.
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Thanks! xx
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Awww i love this!




