Love makes us vulnerable.
And yet, we crave it. Want it more and more.
I saw you standing there, wearing that yellow sweatshirt and your smile, even yellower. Watching sunflowers.
And then i watched the world end.
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Polaris Falling (Poetry)
PoetryEverything falls. Everything ends. And thats where something else begins. Here's to falling. Here's to endings and beginnings. And everything in between.
