Do you remember when love was as innocent as the sun blinking night from its eyes? When the moon didn’t hide its face behind the clouds to protect its heart from the lovers falling through the craters.
Before rain was a recipe for missing you, yesterday was a metaphor for pain, and “I’m okay” became a lie that rolls off our lips faster than a smile. I’ve looked for you in every lifetime my fingers have broken. Though some seasons die before they get a chance to touch the world, I will still pull stars from the sky until night cries and bleeds darkness into me. You're every conversation I’ve had with a pen. You’re the second between lightning and thunder. You turn everything I feel into a song, and though we never see the same rainbow, I will write poems about your scars until they grow roses. I’ve never held a breath I didn’t break, but I can write you a good nights sleep.
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