Lying along the ground of beads,
Wishing you were here like a seed.
Gorgeous flowers that surely blooms,
Waiting for you to be my groom.
Starry night that sometimes falling,
Hoping thou and hear my calling.
A heart that thumps with feelings drown,
The pleasant smile instead of frown.
Whilst your hands are on me with glee,
Tight grip... never let go of me.
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PoetryPoems. Poetry. Here I exist, too. There is not much of a wonder in these works, but then again, I offer you the thoughts of a human who gets sad, happy, mad, crazy, broken, ignored, pretentious, and most especially who falls in love and falls out of...
