slowly pushing the stars away
so you could see the world better.
the darkness of the brightest night
still scares me a little.
your scent vanilla flavour.
the moon. the odd behaviour.
i'm in love.
...i'm in love with your ideas
of giving love to my vanilla
scent.
she looks up, frowning and freezing.
under the sky besides the river
behind my house
in the backyard.
and she's in love but she can't
see the love she owns.
what love she feels...
and what power she holds.
but she's in love.
and she's with me
and i'm alone.
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Night Thoughts
PoetryBefore we begin... Watch how the little becomes big. Watch as the wind flows his mind and thoughts and how he becomes the one who didn't, couldn't. Watch how the progress goes back and forth and how the stiffness kicked in the first few pages of em...
