For, To, Nine

Here’s to us, I always say
Never mentioned what it was for
Let me list down the things I would
Raise my glass to and what it’s for

For every truth I take as lies
For nice words passing like the wind
For doubting love that could be right
For loving airy, sinful touches

To shared earphones and long, long trips
To songs repeated on and on
To shoulders leaned on when it’s dark
To staring challenges in class

Eight little things I share with you
One tiny thing to make it nine
Last one would be this extra post
And there we have our for, to, nine

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