there's the love of a supernova. it builds up slowly, unexpectedly. filling up with all the world's most beautiful and brightest colours, containing all the light you brought into her life without realising it. she's a masterpiece. glowing from within, her skin the very essence of light and rainbows itself. but this love, it explodes into a million, fiery pieces once it's had enough of waiting for it's love to be accepted, recognised and reciprocated. once it explodes, this love leaves you in utter awe, leaving you with a heavy heart and an even heavier soul. you lost your chance, it's your loss.
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venus springs
Poetrypieces of my scattered, unfiltered thoughts mostly written during the darkest parts of the night. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #104 in poetry #25 in poetic
