the morning hits and you won't rise,
your system stuck in dream-mode sleep,
i said your name, got no response,
just mumble, and your tired yawns.
by noon the forge is lit in pink.
i shape my code till logic sings,
you kill your foes without a blink,
look cute as fuck while wrecking kings.
the evening trades our screens for flame,
our knives and pans in synced attack,
you block the drawer, i steal your space,
we season time we won't give back.
at night we fold, the forge goes blue,
two tired units go S3.
your head on me, my hands on you,
shared warmth, embrace, doze-off - carefree.