Potential grin,
It shines through this jaded well of mine.
Perhaps in sin,
Our souls may have a chance to intertwine.
Per chance a glimmer,
Such eyes could pierce through palpable doubts.
Becoming a dreamer,
As florals bloom through the color spectrum of thoughts.
An intricate tango,
To swoon through the dance of our games.
With great intentions...proceeding with the flow of things.
With hope we proceed,
Through barriers we release,
The magical little moments that light fireworks in our sky.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
Potential grin,
It shines through this jaded well of mine.
Perhaps in sin,
Our souls may have a chance to intertwine.
Per chance a glimmer,
Such eyes could pierce through palpable doubts.
Becoming a dreamer,
As florals bloom through the color spectrum of thoughts.
An intricate tango,
To swoon through the dance of our games.
With great intentions...proceeding with the flow of things.
With hope we proceed,
Through barriers we release,
The magical little moments that light fireworks in our sky.
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