I want to roller skate on the crescent moon while you watch me from the North star.
I want to reach out for your silhouette in the far off horizon and touch you.
You are not a figment of my imagination.
I want so much that is not here.
Like you, you are missing right now and all I can do is conjure up images like smoke drifting up to the sky before it dissolves.
But Earth is a sphere so go ahead, love.
Explore. I know you will find your way back to me.
Bound to you.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
