Your love is surrealism. An art movement characterized with fictional possibilities; however, I believe it to be real. The clock melts. The sky now an ocean. Treacherous waves disguised as delicate clouds. Pull me in to let me fall out. I can't say I love you, no. It's more than love. It's more than what the artwork can show. It's more than all of that. And sadly I can't even put it to words. Maybe if I could, you would love me too.
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Melancoly
Poetrysimply sad poetry. ______ set your background black and read if you hurt too but smile now this one's for you -2:05 am