[ 2143 hrs. ]
perhaps we were both insane
or that i clung onto this morbid
thought;
what lies beneath the faint touches of
our skin that never ceased to linger,
what vision does your eyes seek
onwards when we meet,
what more words can your lips dare to
pierce out my very being?
but you are no daredevil,
at least that's what you portray
so tell me, my love . . . .
how can i be this whole when i had
nothing but broken pieces?
maybe because little by little,
i start to see the world with you in it.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry─「 🕓 」 ───────── in every second of the clock, i think of you and you alone ╱|、 (˚ˎ 。7 |、˜〵 じし ˍ,)ノ ──────────────── 𝐈𝐌�...
