I always want to see your smile
Your scent that I loved,
It was the tea of chamomile
I want to say how much I love you
But I don't want the aftermath of being blue
And if I tried,
I wouldn't try to hide
But as you can see,
My hands are still tied
If I find strength to confess,
I just hope it won't be a mess
I imagine myself that,
Even in the thickest mist,
I would run to you just for a kiss
Even in the darkest of night,
I would shine a light that's bright
But you wouldn't know about this
You're numb as a rock
And I would rather hide this in the abyss.
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Numinous || Poetry
Poetrynu·mi·nous /ˈn(y)o͞omənəs/ (adj.) Describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted. -The powerful, personal experience of being overwhelmed yet inspired. °»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«° "𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘰...
