Wisteria
I want to be loved.
I want to wake up in a summer morning,
open the window,
feel a light cool breeze,
smell the flowers growing happily outside,
and share that moment with someone.
I want the feeling of being important.
I want to go skating on a river,
slipping and sliding,
feeling the crisp air,
cherishing the heat of the moment,
knowing that they wouldn't let me fall.
I want to be remembered as
someone who is loving.
Someone who cares
about the niche silences
which are shared when two people trust
each other so closely
that no words need to be spoken.
I think I could be that person for someone
Maybe one day i'll meet them
In a crowded cafe or sunny park.
It must be a wonderful feeling:
To be in love.
-❀Oleander✿
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A Manuscript From Midnight
PoesieA collection of passages (most are sad) that I've written late at night when my brain decides to go into crisis mode. Enjoy!
