(A/N: To all those one-sided loves..)
I'm counting the days, I'm counting the months,
I'm counting the stars in the sky, all at once.
I'm counting your freckles, the glimmer in your eyes.
I'm counting on everything that one day you'll be mine.
I'm counting on comets and each shooting star.
I'm counting on every nonsensical thing here and far.
I'm counting on you to count on me.
I'm counting all the things we can make ourselves be.
I'm counting on numbers, even the stroke of a pen.
I'm counting on the incessant shower of the rain.
I'm counting now and I'll be counting then.
I'm counting on you to be able to soothe my pain.
I'm counting on my trust to count on your heart.
I'm counting on fate to call you my art.
I'm counting the days, I'm counting the months,
I'm counting on everything, everywhere, always, all at once.
(A/N : My heart is suffocating)
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚)
Poetry"𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 ; 𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 ; 𝘈 𝘱𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺"