you drew petals in between the thorn
in every parallel, the conclusion of us, form
you've discovered the untouched part of myself, mourn
my chest keeps humming your name — learning to conform
an invisible red string connects
only cupid could glimpse & project
the veil of loving would continually reflect
the sensation of love is an art that accepts
your hazel coffee orbs have the gaze of a promise tomorrow
as the trace of our skin collide — no sight of borrowed tomorrow
the tender gazes locks & talks, oh darling, there would be no sorrow
burned the bridges of the gap — a confession of borrow
the fragrance of our love couldn't be obscured — it will constantly be aromatic.
𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣
🥀 the image above is from Pinterest
🥀 this is my inspired piece
🥀 07.24.2023
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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬
PoetryThis is composed of written thoughts and feelings that are buried in our minds. It comprises various components that could able to bring up.
