i dreamt of you,
vivid and warm,
hands that held me gently,
and words that do no harm,
as we walked towards the empty city,
"the view here is majestic and pretty,"
oh, pray and tell me,
how the cityscape could never reach
the level of your beauty.
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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...
