I stare at the sky
dream of you
my days know you so well
used to be in the shade
now under bright lights
nothing looks the same
started off as words
now there is a story
you make me shy
and sometimes I disappear
my secret hides in my pockets
my hands want to swim in your hair
my curiosity
your mystery
keeps me hanging on
I love silence
it brings you along
it's golden
-B
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