I have travelled through hundreds of goodbyes, through dark clouds and waterfalls of tears, just so I could meet you at your feet.
Sobering for mercy, for a chance to be hired into your Orchard that's grown unkempt. Full of thorns intertwining against each other as they struggle to compress your heart into wall frame.
There are nights, I gentled myself on the bed, yet find it difficult to close my thoughts, to pretend it never really hurts. No magic, no reality in time or outside our imaginations can comprehend how rich and true I love and adore you.
My hobbies presently are, Hallucinating the possibilities of you and I together, craving and crafting your looks on each wall I'm lost in.
And each day, I have a reason to Love and stay strong.
There's so much beautiful in our imaginations, for they give us a possibility, a sense of some reality and sobering peace.
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Dead Letters
PoetryWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
