Arms long for the warmth of another
Worlds apart from the sleepless night that lyes awake waiting
Lost among the countless number of stars that shoot across the wrinkles of time
Arms go unfulfilled
In fear that they'd grow cold
In an vast array of a dark sea that grows limitless above our heads
May the stars find serenity in your eyes
the same stars that travel the universe not knowing where they'll end up next
Brown halos that gleam in satisfaction
satisfied by the thirst that's quenched once seen
I find comfort there
Your eyes
If faith would be so kind
I'd find my purpose there
Your arms
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