i couldn't feel a thing
with a cold still heart,
it was a pause in time
in which i floated
up in the skies,
my eyes were closed
but that voice,
oh, that voice
was like a song
drawing me in,
like sweetness to a bee,
it warmed my heart,
but still i refused,
the smile that he wore,
the crinkle by his eyes,
his swift, gentle way,
were things of the past.
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silent thoughts
Poezjaand her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies
