Poetry

Hungry

I feel hunger pangs for your love

You are my favorite snack at snack time 

We never made it to breakfast because our bodies wouldn’t dare wake that morningWe had no energy to rise

For lunch, we ate out 

Indulging in delicacies from the things we culminated ourselves

Dinner proceeds for two

Shadows cast by candlelight 

A feast devoured by the beasts of the night under the full moonlight

Only to miss breakfast again

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