You paint the sidewalks with your shadow at noon,
I count the cracks where the light follows you.
Our colliding orbits— a silent eclipse,
A borrowed pen writes the script on my lips.
We speak in constellations, maps without names,
Yourlaughter's a tide pulling ghosts from my veins.
Oh,we're folding paper moons tonight,
Creasing time into origami light.
A thousand suns in your coffee steam rise,
ButI'll call it love whenit's disguised as" I…"
Whispered... saw Saturn in your eyelash dust.
You hang tomorrows on a clothesline thread,
I catch the raindrops you forgot you shed.
The clockwork of almost— gears rusted blue,
Your fingerprint blooms where the numbers wore through.
We'll bury keys in teacup storms,
Let autumn label what wecan't reform.
And if they ask why my pulse writes in Braille,
I'll sayI'm translating snowfall…
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You paint the sidewalks with your shadow at noon,
I count the cracks where the light follows you.
Our colliding orbits— a silent eclipse,
A borrowed pen writes the script on my lips.
We speak in constellations, maps without names,
Yourlaughter's a tide pulling ghosts from my veins.
Oh,we're folding paper moons tonight,
Creasing time into origami light.
A thousand suns in your coffee steam rise,
ButI'll call it love whenit's disguised as" I…"
Whispered... saw Saturn in your eyelash dust.
You hang tomorrows on a clothesline thread,
I catch the raindrops you forgot you shed.
The clockwork of almost— gears rusted blue,
Your fingerprint blooms where the numbers wore through.
We'll bury keys in teacup storms,
Let autumn label what wecan't reform.
And if they ask why my pulse writes in Braille,
I'll sayI'm translating snowfall…
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