Hushed whispers in the dark
coming from the other side of the world
console me through the night.
From your lips,
I love you's come often
but not often enough,
never can we exchange that too much,
that feeling of belonging,
of indiscretion, hopes, and dreams.
I want to breathe your words in,
let them consume me,
flourish from inside my core
and into a colorful promise
of forever.
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