I believe that.
Somewhere in this dimension.
There's a parallel world to ours.
Just like a mirror reflection.
The exact same person.
Just in a flipped reality.
I hope my reflection meets you sometimes
I hope that wherever that world is.
I hope we're together.
YOU ARE READING
February Ashes
Poetry❝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.
