She wants someone
who'll notice clear sunsets
in a blurry city,
who'll set fire to paper hearts
but is paper himself,
who'll lift her among the stars
but keep her on the ground.
What innocence.
What vivid imagination.
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What We Are
PoesiaFiguring out who you are to me and who I am to you shouldn't be that hard. --- What We Are: A Poetry Collection
