I wonder what love looks like.
Is he the peaceful sound of the night?
Or is he wild like the waves crashing against the rocks?
I wonder where he is right now.
Have we seen each other somehow?
Or is he waiting somewhere across the world?
Wherever or whoever he is,
I hope he knows that there's a heart beating for him.
And one day we'll see each other and time will slow down,
And it'll feel like we've known each other somehow.
And that's it.
The rest will be history.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
