"Ink on the Parchment"
Crumpled papers are scattered on the floor. I'm trying to find the perfect words that rhyme. How can I tell you I'm already falling in love? How can I express it if the silence inside me's just too loud? My mind is clouded by thoughts but the thought of your pretty face is clear to me. The ink on the parchment is all that I got, but I don't know where to start. Maybe I'll start writing about your name. Your eyes. Your lips. Everything about you. The universe inside you. Something I am madly curious about. Will you let me dive to your depth? My soul got nothing to offer but these pieces of my heart. Can you please accept it?
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Saccharine Reality
PoésieNot all poems have rhymes. Not all roses have thorns. Love doesn't hurt all the time.
