heartfelt ─ soon to be

irises painted in hundred hues, yet the ones which spoke to her were those sunkissed, honey spirals he viewed the world with,
the strength he displayed in corners so rough stood just like comforting softness he had for her,
in october, fathom they fell, those melancholic nightmares were now a serenade she could tell,
from an amort distance that stood midway, the ariose of the hearts still managed to sway,
them; crestfallen once were renowned, a little talk left them astounded,
weren't the romeo-juliet, neither an epitome of a classic romance, nor a jaunt on the hunt for love.
their bond casted a seraphic spell, there appeared angels in hell,
she had insecurities lining up in thousands, embracing those, he never failed to call her beautiful,
he had one wish, for her to see herself with those honey eyes of his,
maybe afar, maybe near, the thought of losing her would always be his fear,
still waiting for that kiss, he knows it would be quite an enchanting bliss.
raced his heart winning the imaginary race, he cannot wait to meet that adorable face.
- ivy.

✿𝆬 ⏝ ˖ book three of her series.

a collection of dark, suicidal poems, maybe a few messages and cringe romantic poems. (yes, i am going to write a lotta romantic stuff, be prepared :p).

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