Kindly yours

 


I think I'm in this tragedy alone
This sweet little misery 
He's like this pocketful of sunshine 
And I'm like this storm on a rainy day
His eyes smile like a child all the time
Sometimes he reminds of my dad
He makes me feel like a kid again, and 
He's like this pill I take for my escape 
He's like this drug I take to get high
He obeys me like his mistress
He likes my two small hearts 
I miss his sweet tender voice
I miss his cute cracked jokes 
He's my favorite constellation 
My favorite notification when I turn my phone on
I hope he's writing things for me
Day dreaming me or thinking 
Are we be alright?

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