it remains in place; those wonderful moments stay frozen there, that genuine smile, that little laughter. those in that little paper may grow apart as months and years come by, but that paper stands as proof that once upon a time, they were like the stars we see at night, transfixed for a moment, and then moving away from each other the next.
but us, isn't it better to collide than to move away from each other because we'd burst and scatter but eventually pull each other in until we become one?
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confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
