I'm jealous of the moon
because she knows all of your 5am secrets
and your sheets who get to touch
every part of you as you fall asleep
while I keep a close eye on this empty pillow
waiting for your weight to keep it warm
but the sun
is the luckiest of all.
when you're half asleep, groggy
and painfully unaware of how
beautiful you look
he kisses your lips with light
-Unknown
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