The way you,
Hug me, tell
The skies
How pretty
I might be.
The way you,
Tell me, show
The nights
How loved
I should be.
The way you,
Ask me, wonder
The morning
How sad
I would be.
Is all something,
Too small, to engulf
To be in love.
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoetryIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
