You gave me the wake-up call I didn't know I needed.
You brushed your fingers through my veins, and there flowed the pure waves of love.
You tugged on my heart,
just enough so it still breathes with no fear of suffocating.
You covered up my doubts & cautiously burned every single one of them instead of recklessly burying them underneath the damp ground, for they could've sprouted back up the way wild pansies do.
You made sure to give me your unconditional best,
& for once, I knew the feeling of what it genuinely meant —
to love,
& be loved.
February 2023
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
