Do you think of the beauty that lies beneath my eyes,
the one that is mentioned by everyone,
the one that exists for you only.
No one is able to hear the beauty within the echoing of your voice, as it leaves a scar on my soul.
I wish to feel the warmth of your love for I am a mere slave of your mind and soul.
You wouldn't ever dare to touch me, yet,
I'd die by your hand, if it meant I'm dying loving you.
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random poems
Poésievery sappy, some may be nice. suit yourself and find what's best for your taste. i hope u get to find pieces of your mind and soul within my words, resonating with my thoughts.
