You caressed the strings of my heart and untangled the puzzle of my entirety.
You pulled at it and led me to unspoken freedom of imagination and expression.
You were soaring as high as the sun and I wanted to follow you, even if you never asked me to: Even if you never looked back to check if I was still there.
Even if you already promised it was her you wanted to glide with.
I needed to follow you Max, but my wings, unlike her perfect ones, were woven from feathers and candlewax by Daedalic hands.
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Roses and Candles
PoesíaThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
