To me you are scenic
one that falls like confetti, spreading joy.
a person that i'll love through aching
through mess and til it falls apart.
You are a scent
one that attached to another, filling up the memory.
love, he makes me smile like no other
sing me the lullabies of lovers whose path intertwined.
as long as time doesn't slipped away,
let me love you for as long as it takes.
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The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
