180301
the Space is beautiful
it's nothing but an infinity
of stars and planets
the births and deaths
the looks and names
yet to be discovered
but the space between us
is nothing but a bunch
of broken wishes and dreams
empty promises and beautiful lies
and the possibilities of
what we could be
yet we haven't discovered.
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Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
