I meet you when you change your ticket.
You are 18 and I am 21.
You’ll try to act my age, to know that you’re my girl almighty.
Makes me know, you’re more than a fireproof.
You give me power to fly, to the clouds, until the night changes.
I stepped closer, makes our spaces dissapear.
Trust me, trust the heart, this is not the illusion.
Cuz once in a life time, i realize that fool’s gold.
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The Black Star
PoesiaThis is the symbolism of life, love, and hurt. When brain can't tell anything, the words will be the right way. The poem will be the teacher, and you will be the seeker.
