And the world quiets down
but the whispers stay
making up stories about the boy next door
how he smiles down to the ground and glitter mixes with the sky turning it solid gold
he looks at me and I know he is the one I saw
in that dream of that young blood soul
he was the one and HE CALLED ME HIS BELOVED.
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He Called Me His Beloved
Poetry"Cause the world moves fast love and the thoughts run wild and I'm running out of time let me hold you a bit longer let me kiss you a bit hard today and for the tomorrow that's near let my words sing the melody of you and me." HE CALLED...
