The hunt

All credits- Teddy ©


​The gifts of your kiss

made dreams find the legends

as, what is me without you?

When, what is not me,

is a glimpse among your stares,

If night could bleed, if, it could,

this love you feed, would find me.

If you would permit me

to bear the graves of our sleep,

Tonight, midnight will hunt its bride

as, everything that they wish for,

is you in me.

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