In late nights, 'til dawn, we're most vulnerable,
Best time for conversations, deep and meaningful.
You see beyond the surface, to who they truly are,
It's hard to mask your feelings during those hours.
But it's only him that I wish to talk to 'til sunrise,
Even through the screen, I found comfort in his eyes,
Rest was important, but he was my peace,
The sun was up, and so were we.
Our goodnights were also good mornings,
Fighting sleep's call, while the birds sing.
Multiple typos, yet we understood each other,
I swear I'd never want to do this with another.
He knew me too well,
He knew when I was sleepy,
He knew what I wanted,
And what I didn't,
More than I did.
Then I messed up.
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