him


He's fireworks and birthday wishes
an autumn's morning and a summer's midnight.
He's galaxies on the edge of colliding
horizons on a lake shore dream.
Eyes of fireflies dancing
Lips like the softest sting
His name like liquid gold
coursing through my veins
and Oh
the pain, the pain, the pain,
of him.

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