his wrinkled hands holding hers
not leaving even for a moment
it felt as if she couldn't make her
way through the crowd without him
their hearts were gold, hair silver
in a place where people rarely care
last night, i saw the love that lasts ages
they left the crowd, but i was still lost
probably waiting for you to hold
my hand & help me escape from the
crowd of life with you & your sunlight
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poésie❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
