Head on pillow and eyes opened, imagination was on,
I thought about how,
if I ever asked you
do you feel the Same way? about me?
I knew the answer, of your silence.
It was a no.
never a mind could feel the same way of the flower like the leaf.
tho it completes each other.
I gave you the beauty from my colors
I brought to your life.
and you gave me the permission to live. because without you I'm so dead and pathetic to be looked at.
Or be protected,
safe from the weather
kissing my faded colors,
or any other dirty minds
has the power to destroy
what's beautiful.
I love you.
no matter who you are.
and what you think we could be.
-ClaruElvis
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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...
