Dear Lover
i want to fill the deeps of your eye sockets with bucket-fulls of fireflies
want to know the color of the canvas of your soul when its not mixed in pallets of sadness and flashbacks of heart wrenching tears
i want to repack molecules of oxygen atoms into your vacuumed out soul so closely that loneliness finds no reason to suffocate you
Dear lover
i hope i marry your bleeding heart
i hope i marry the hurt you wear all year round like a vagrant's coat that never knows how to bow to changing seasons and weathers of warmth
i hope death finds our heads buried in deep valleys of comforting pillows and bed-sheets of hope
Dear lover
i will marry your soul and lay it down on a queen size bed of openness
and if you ever come home with baggy eye lids
and a heavy suitcase locking in bitter memories
i will help you unpack every hand me down sorrow and we will throw out
every belt holding you down
will unzip every carry-on of broken-hearted-ness
will empty pocket-fulls of worry
will stuff you with bucket-fulls of fireflies
Dear Lover
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