Wandering in him as swimming in an endless see.
Everyday I discover something so beating.
It's like I'm so thirsty ,
So I'm drinking water,
And I'm liking the water,
So I'm taking off it nonstop.
My heart is controlling my mind.
More and more every day,
It's taking-over every bind of my wisdom.
It's like I'm giving advices to the need,
But truly I wish I had these deeds;
So I trip on stoping people from doing it.
Falling slowly for every bit of him.
The soul,the soul & the soul.
His soul is a blessing,
It's so beautifully pure.
It is golden. It is imbedding.
It is something I would love
And not only love but I ache
To meet one day; touching mine.
I see everyone as him.
And everything reminds me of him.
Who said the heart of iron will fall,
No way but this way?
Behind all his high-height,
This curly hair of wood,
These blinding glasses;
There's a pure-bruised-soul
That I'm completely falling for
In every single little way.
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Finding myself.
PoetryBeing you and being me is nothing close to easy. Finding who we are is one of the most mind's-time-taking, especially at the era of puberty. This explains the feeling you get to feel very often at this era of your life.
