Fireflies on a summer night
light up the black sky,
as I feel you beside me.
Warmth and electricity
radiate from us, buzzing,
and we laugh at the stars
for conspiring our fate:
Together.
Tag: writingoftheday
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Friday nights.
Friday nights
are the best
with you.
Whiskey in hand
by the fireside
with nothing to
do and nowhere
to be except
in each other’s
arms.
“Friday nights.” – sugar and sandalwood
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Counting the stars.
The town lit up
as the sky turned black
and we walked down
the boardwalk,
hand in hand,
counting the stars.“Counting the stars.” – sugar and sandalwood
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Learning to let go.
I’ve had things
ripped away from me.
I’ve given things away.
Some things,
I’ve lost.
And in the end,
it all remains the same:
I learned to let go.“Learning to let go.” – sugar and sandalwood
heartbreak and cigarettes 