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POV : I'm Bored

The moments slip away and disappear..
while the moon crawls gently into my lap.

Flowers seem to shower down with the rain..
and even every mistake ends in something right..

Come closer and stay beside me
everything I see becomes beautiful.

With your eyes..sculpt me into a statue
you are a flowering vine

that blooms even from stone.
 
The moments slip away and disappear..
while the moon crawls gently into my lap.

Flowers seem to shower down with the rain..
and even every mistake ends in something right..

Come closer and stay beside me
everything I see becomes beautiful.

With your eyes..sculpt me into a statue
you are a flowering vine

that blooms even from stone.
 


A love letter
doesn't always need words.
Sometimes,
it's written in the language of the eyes.
My love,
I've spent my days
trying to read your gaze,
yet I could never understand
what it was trying to say.
Is it telling me the truth,
or weaving beautiful lies?
This love
keeps striking my heart,
and little by little,
it brings me to my knees.
Even my dreams at night
consume every part of me.


 


A love letter
doesn't always need words.
Sometimes,
it's written in the language of the eyes.
My love,
I've spent my days
trying to read your gaze,
yet I could never understand
what it was trying to say.
Is it telling me the truth,
or weaving beautiful lies?
This love
keeps striking my heart,
and little by little,
it brings me to my knees.
Even my dreams at night
consume every part of me.


:think1:
 


A love letter
doesn't always need words.
Sometimes,
it's written in the language of the eyes.
My love,
I've spent my days
trying to read your gaze,
yet I could never understand
what it was trying to say.
Is it telling me the truth,
or weaving beautiful lies?
This love
keeps striking my heart,
and little by little,
it brings me to my knees.
Even my dreams at night
consume every part of me.


 
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