I love you is what I heard you say,
just only in my head.
You created your own place to stay
now I can hardly stay ahead.
When I fall deep in ponders about the wonders of your heart,
I get anxious only because it is hard.
Harder to know you make it seem all platonic and nostalgic but I still don't know how you look like, smell like or better yet I don't even know how you sound like.
I hate my mind for the betrayal it serves me...
It makes me confide in unrealistic dreams.
By: Paballo Sempe 🦋
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𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓵: 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓞𝓯 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼𖤍
PoetryPoetry is simplicity. Simplicity is art. This book is art.🦋👣 Welcome to a world of many wanders. ✨
