Eyes having a deep shade of brown
Like cocoa with petals of Black dahlia
And God help me if I let out my thought—
That maybe drowning won't hurt now
His voice resembles gravels of dark coal
Coated with silver, diamonds embedded
And God forgive me if I lie about the idea—
That maybe noise was a beautiful thing
Hair having lustre of a black ribbon
Ever strand a definition of silk and soft
And God punish me if I don't agree—
That maybe getting tangled is peaceful
His smile is like arch unlocking a realm
Where all I detect is warm and vulnerable
And God bless me if I stare and think—
That maybe finding a home was a thing
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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬 ♡⸝⸝
Puisi"Forever is Ours" is a tender collection of poetic work binding the complex sensation of love's uncountable emotions. Each verse is a delicate brushstroke upon the canvas of a lover's heartbeat, exploring the depths of passion, longing, and connecti...
