In a melody of lakes
It's the one whose eyes catch mine
Whose promises I bare
And whose pulling that red line.
With a singular laugh
It's the one I run to for safety
With a singular smile
Gear the one I laugh with and hasty.
Never again to leave
Bug is always at my side
And I'll smile with it again
Because it's the one I call mine.
A ring on bug finger
Always together as we promised
It's my whole world
Through every melody we harvest.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
