Like always
Our eyes meet
My heart skips a beat
The floor skids off my feet
Like always
My soul blooms
Breaking out from the glooms
And how well this soothes
Like always
My lips form a smile
And I wish to walk with you every mile
Cause you're the one among the pile
- K
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Inside My Pockets
Poésie"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession" - Robert Graves A book that contains all my midnight thoughts in form of something more beautiful than a regular text and taking out all the pieces of this soul in bits after all these time of suppres...
