A city that exists only at midnight, Is the one where we meet under the starlight, Shining on us from miles away, As we hug after staying away in the day. It feels scandalous, Almost illegal, Meeting
I almost texted you again, Despite the last time which felt like a silly attempt to see if you would reply, Despite the time before that when you didn't reply to me for 1055 days. I almost called you
I've been opening up my heart, Like a box of chocolates, Asking someone to take a piece of it, But secretly wishing, No one takes any. Am I selfish, Or simply stupid?
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