i'll wait until the day we get another chance to recognize each other's soul at a glance. i'll wait until your fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. if not, there's always another lifetime, right? i'll hold on to your hand a bit tighter then, so that you don't let go of me again.
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Poesie[BOOK 1] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ reflection of the stars glisten in her eyes as she looks up at the moon residing amongst the clouds ; broken hearts do still love. ❞ crumpled scribbled papers, bloodshot eyes, wine and wet tissues...
