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Oh, to be loved by a poet
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Noorie27d
mm. (sleep deprived) your idealized self will be immortalized, perhaps even your flaws will be sweetened with honey, adorned with silver beads and given the names of stars. Are you the darkness in between? The moon song? Something silky and rain-scented, will you find yourself in my descriptions of birdsong, how they wind themselves into fallen pink flower petals in the downpours last whispers, its hazy mist? Did you know most bees are solitary, that mothers die before their children meet her?
Noorie27d
that was such a weird sentence to leave off at T-T anyways bumblebees and their golden fur, knows and is known and maybe loved, perhaps you're in the patterns I see when I watch the clouds through its iridescent wings. Sometimes I'll watch the sunset and imagine it's a blanket and the darkened outlines off winter-worn trees are the night, splintering through the fraying edges. It might touch your breeze kissed fingers. I've always thought decay beautiful. What will yours be? Please remember that I've adorned you with stars. I'll find you again in the wispy touch of long forgotten moss. i don't even know what that was but here you go