11.03.24
If you ask me how I wanted to be loved, then I would say, "Like how my father loves my mother."
But if you ask me on a deeper level, then I would say, "Like how the moon shines when darkness takes over, or how the rain washes the trace of my past lovers. Like how poets bleed pages at midnight, or like how the painters leave colors in my dull, empty life. Like how the August breeze replaces a summer haze, or how the snowflakes comfort my incoming tears. Like how the knight yield their swords for their kingdoms, or how the villains seek revenge for their loved ones. In madness or sanity, please love me this way."
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoésieThe sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always...
