It's a small gesture
"Best of luck 🖤" you say
And somehow every time
It kind of makes my dayEver since you've been here
I smile a little bit more
And I definitely cry a lot less
So you might be my 'luck' storeYou know it never matters
If the exam went good or bad
It just matters that to wish me luck
Remembered you hadYou say you tend to forget
But how you remember these?
Every little thing that I like
You just do with such easeThe 'not a morning person'
Sometimes comes online just for me
The guy who stays in his own mind
Now has a space in his heart for 'we'Dear, I call you my good luck
Because it's just another cute name
Lucky or not doesn't matter at all
Always know, my love will stay the sameMy love will always stay the same
🖤🖤🖤
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The Colours Of Us
PoetryA poetic journey of the deepest desires trapped in the heart of this solivagant - A tale of love and acceptance, of joy and sorrow, or beauty and of the thousand infinities she weaves in her head. ❤️❤️❤️ Note: The characters in this story are fictit...