I like to believe you were chosen for me
Hand picked by god
Made to comfort me and truly see
Who I am through the down trod
You are the feeling of homeI like to believe that you are mine
So beautiful and pretty like dandelion fluff
Like dust crushed and so fine
I feel found even through the coarse and rough
You are the feeling of sea foamI like to believe you will walk alongside me
You made me fall harder than ever
You set the embers free
Catching the wind and igniting forever
You are the feeling of no longer having to roamI will waste nothing
Every moment with you cherished
It's a been a pleasure to meet you
It's been a privilege to hug you
I think I might love you.-Bishop
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The Group Project
ŞiirA project of random poems by Salem (me), Axel, Bishop and Jack. Maybe some guest appearances every so often.