Star-crossed lovers copulating under star-filled nights

As the moon blushes and forgets about her weathered face

As birds stay up till late to serenade their love

Breaking into tears, crazed, transfixed in the moment.

As you and I hide alone between four walls withered in shame.

Blues, Grays, Whites have dulled our sunsets and sunrises

Too many words, too little, or both, and then there’s nothing

Anomalous, faceless beings reading every word here for answers that no one has.

So kiss that bottle like it’s a blond angel standing in the snow asking for love

And drink reality away

Till it is a happier scene than turtles jumping through pink hula hoops.

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