I write

like I have something to write about..or for. It's pretty dang funny.

You fill every inch of this sorry skin.
You leave no room for doubt.
To nothing else do I, my soul, commend.
The sunkissed Sky of mine that
plays as courted by the Moons.
Does Night hold you, love?
Or do the stars lay themselves out,
onto nothings,
that I might keep you after sunset?
To escape with my Sky, after sunset.

SCREW 'DAT SHET haha
| {5:55 PM}