And in the middle of my chaos, in a war with my soul, there was youㅡ standing, fiercely looking through my eyes.
You brought chills to my spine, butterflies in my stomach. This burning sensation on my body handicapped me from waving goodbye.
I've felt this before. Perhaps, when we're still on a grasp with our time;
Was it love?
ㅡ Lust in Love
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Sunflower Stories
PoetryI bend whenever skies turn black. I lose some petals when it's dark. Even so, I'd rise again when morning comes, and darkness ends. ㅡ Sunflower
