no matter how exhausting,
my whole day has been,
by the end of the day,
when I saw you,
laying next to you,
breathe the same air as you,
I only feel relief,
relaxed and content,
as if my winter never exist,
and all there is only you,
my sweetest spring.
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Unsettled Emotions
Poetryjust some thoughts that keep you awake at ungodly hours. -either its too relatable or it doesnt make any sense at all. thats it. no in between whatsoever. # tw // self-harm (alive) # M for language use
