It is only my fascinating yet painful hallucination to touch my soulmates effulgent skin.
It's delicate, I can feel it.
My hand being mars intertwining with his being Jupiter.
Just like two enemies making peace.
I then discern and confirm it to be ethereal.
It is only my uncanny desire to find my soulmates heart slivered like shattered glass pieces simply so I can be the one to repair it's mythological beauty.
It is only my dream to wake up to a heart warming poem, one that is professed in a sight of a few voice crack, one that reminds me I am this beautiful creation.
It is only my dream but after all it is just a dream>>>3
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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. ✨