it's magical,
a love so tragical
it makes my heart burn
as I toss and turn
I hold my feelings in my hand
knowing you'll dust them to the sand
your eyes ignoring the love
your heart pretending not to flutter like a dove
I wish you'd know
my love for you is as white as snow
and now it's melting away slow
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eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poetry[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...