you were so electric blue
every breath a gentle reminder
that you are so incredibly unstable
your touch gives me a small shock
and i am reminded once more
your true colors explode like a million stars in the night sky
my god you are so beautiful when you smile
but that smile has been vacant
and so have you
-a.h.
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Puisi❝Hope is the thing with feathers that perches into the soul - and sings tunes without words - and never stops at all.❞ [welcome to whirring act one. this is the first installment of my personal poetry. these writings are so near and dear to my heart...
