She is. I want her
my lovely lullaby
that her smile was that of a flower
when the mist of cold arise
frozen yet in contact
with the coolness and the warmth
Her. I'd want her
even when I come to be blind
bound in too much brightness
like the rays beyond the sun
she will be the shadow
I'll see through the light
My woman. I need her
that the clocks will tick forever
when we have limited time
still, I'll be waiting in some ways
in the future
she be mine
HAPPY PRIDE! (I am delayed, yes)
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Poetic Intersections
ПоэзияHello, poetry. If you ever visit the website called Hello Poetry, then most of my finished work is published in there, I will leave the link below, https://hellopoetry.com/defeatedsuperhero
