there must be some kind of time paradox
some collapsar for us to just jump in
and to be spit out in another realm
where time works different
there must be a way for us
to have our last kiss first
so that ugly heartbreaking part is already over
and our love can grow eternally
after our last one
we will have all these other exquisite ones
and when time is ready for our last kiss
it's actually our first one
and love continues in reverse
everlasting
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Hummingbird 𓅪 // Poetry
Poesía„Hummingbird" contains the thoughts I couldn't say aloud. You'll find a collection of poems and short prose about love, hate and most importantly about all the whispers in between. If you haven't found your place in this world yet, maybe you'll re...
