I don't even know you
But I'm wonderstruck.
Every single feature of your face.
You're a complex body of work.
I'd love to study every inch of you.
Admire you like a renaissance painting.
I can't stop thinking about your hair.
Your body.
Your lips.
Your eyes.
Those wild eyes.
Ocean blue eyes.
And I was lost in your current.
Swept away.
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February Ashes
Poesía❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
