Am I the soul
you can't see but feel
in the weather?
Am I the fallen
leaves you've been
collecting in winter?
Am i the same rain
that grows your mind
like it grows the simplest plants?
Am I the diamond
on your neck
coming from one
dangerous element?
Am I the life
you think you
should exist in?
Are your hands
the ones you
think I should be holding?
Are my shoulders
your special protection gates?
Are your legs
the ones
I should run with?
Are your eyes
the hopeless romantic
I should get for?
Are your lips
the magical gate
to my flowery garden?
-Clary Elvis
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the nowhere of believers.
PoetryThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
