『c』『a』『r』『n』『i』『v』『a』『l』
Its like the closer you come the less I focus.
From the sparkle in your eyes
to the way your hair brushes your face.
From your metallic smile
to your melodic laugh.
From the words you utter so effortlessly
to the way you stumble when you walk.
The way you contradict yourself is so precious and rare.
The way you set butterflies free within me
to the way you tie them down again.
The roller-coaster of pure attraction
to confusion in its raw form,
to the jealousy that burns inside of me.
Unfortunately, this is where the carnival ends.
-Aeri
An old poem that doesn't mean anything anymore.
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