i'll find someone one day
who would still walk me to the door
even when i'm wearing an old, dirty pair of sandals
and not my shiny, glass heels
i'll find someone one day
who would still call me beautiful
even when i'm not wearing my usual makeup
i'll find someone one day
who would still dance with me
even when i'm not wearing my gold dress
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starlit mindscapes || poetry
Şiirwe stay still and rot in our beds at midnight, overthinking about the choices we could have done different. we spend too much of our time in our thoughts, paint landscapes with the brush of our brain, and write fairytales with the quill of our eyes...
