Misty Origins
I don't really remember how we met,
But I remember meeting you at a full stop
Your voice was inviting, soft and sweet
I was new to this place,
All I really needed was the space
You hooked me in with every conversation
Yet I still can't remember how we started
We behold misty origins and rocky endings.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems I have written. Read as you please. Give them a read and see if they suit your taste. - All poems are written by me, Nyx
