He doesn't know,
What he looks like in the rain,
When the shimmering rain showers down on him?
When he runs his hand through his hair?
Magical!
He doesn't know,
What he sounds like from afar,
When the echoes reach me?
And they threaten to drown me in?
Liberating!
He doesn't know!
The poetries and late night thoughs?
The silent battles and confusion?
Absolutely terrifying!
Yet, he will never know.
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| Tangled Thoughts | By SUGAr
Poésie~ I will be the thought that keeps you awake at night, make you want to crumble your dreams and keep coming back to me for love! ~ Just a place for SUGAr to keep the heart felt content organised! -contains some poems/pieces of words by sugar! ♡
