consider me a phantasy
when you were caught in a reverie
once upon a moon
while our hearts slowly flutter away
to war songs in synchrony
I appreciate your eyes
and I know, eventually
I'll never get to meet them again
nevertheless,
as I learn to look away,
I hope this scent that follows
won't make me stuck and running from cupid's sign
since I always end up
wanting
to feel a couple of things twice
after you
-a.
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PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.