When I look outside,
I think of you.
I see you as free, and your smile is so beautiful.
I think of you constantly, and it's so morally wrong of me, but I can't help it.
I look at the stars and I think of you, and your stance is perfectly ingrained into my mind as the Romans Engraved into the coliseum.
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)
