I'm longing
to lose in your dark brown orbs ,
I'm longing to stargaze with you,
What should I name this longing ?
Love? But love is such a small word to express what we're feeling.
What should I name this ?
Even though we'll be over before naming it.
I'll be agonizing ,
If we part ways,
If we glance eachother yet we can't find memoirs of us in our eyes.
If the letters from you , isn't smelling my favorite lavenders.
If it isn't accompanied with baby breath flowers .
I can't even name this agony , however I'll fabricate a monograph with memories of us.
I know , I could never name this longing contrary to the agony we share.
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Gravestones of survival.
Poetry~People often misunderstand my gravestones of survivals into piece of art.~ Random pieces of poetry.
