For this hath love changed it's way of speaking to me.
From Flowers whom blossomed so brightly that they should excite jealousy in the stars, To thirsty grass desiring just one little drop of that addictive potion whom their life is upon.
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Late Night Thoughts - Poetry
PoetryThese are written down thoughts and a product of each respective moment. Not nearly perfect but a projection of my emotions and life. Maybe you find yourself in them, maybe you don't. Give them a chance or not. Interpret, understand, read, scan, ski...
