As earlier I sank into the soft bench, now I sit tight, my fists clenched round the slim curves.
Thinking about my Love, he's a perfect example.
To all I find under rocks and leaves, is not insects my friend, just another set of species.
Another set of species, is what I want to find, but the birds of sea or city. Swoop or fly too close. I flinch and hide away.
I see a light behind, 1, 2, 3, a human being. Speed! Speed! The song it gets faster. He spoke with hands, and I said 1, 2.
Off he went, this is the rarest kind I've hardly discovered since, I was a tiny one myself.
Till Speed! Speed! Dodge! Dodge! I'll never forget that encounter we had, I wish the same for you.
Till the Sun rebirths, my hands slip and my feet step on the ultimate life halt.
Oh it's you Mr Reality!
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Roses, Riddles, and Poetry
PoetryWhatever I'm feeling, I sometimes talk in the language of Riddles. To only I understand, what the meaning is behind each sentence. Will just update this whenever, only making this to express myself.
