i stared deep into your caramel eyes,
i realized its beauty wasn't for me.
it didn't gleam until stars appeared;
bloom like elated flowers in spring;
and morph into crescent-like beams.
its beauty wasn't for me... anymore.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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A Flowerbed for Romantics
PuisiThe chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For e...
