Calling

I’ll make love to your thoughts,
till all your fears run away
and there’ll be no one left to blame,
but our past.
I’ll embrace the darkness in your sky,
crash it, turn it into art,
until your sadness falls apart
and there will be nothing, but us.
Bittersweet muse, there’s no need to cry,
the sun will be rising; me- kissing your skin,
you’ll let all that love to fit in
and leave anything else in the dust.

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