Oftentimes I wonder
what it'd be like,
to look you in the eye,
to finally hold your hand,
and hear you laugh at last.
Under the warmth
of the night light,
the cobblestone streets.
We're walking side by side.
Your footsteps echo mine.
How perfect it would be,
to be held by your gaze-
where everything's divine,
where the moment stirs magic.
Where butterflies dance-
a wild rhythm in my ribcage,
and finally say the words,
buried deep into my soul.
I...
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The Red String: The Connection We Can't Explain { Poetry Collection}
PoetryThey say that two people connected by the red string are destined lovers-no matter the place, time, or circumstance. This invisible thread may stretch, tangle, or fray... but it never breaks. A bond that defies logic, yet feels achingly real. This...
