Last Sunday, I invented a new color palette, while attempting to recreate that shade of freedom your eyes have, when you love fully and without restraint.
Oddly enough, I have noticed,
That when your smile awakens me in the morning,
It Takes care to do it slowly,
For I might die, incredulous, of my good fortune.
And every night, without fail,
I fall victim, to the dangerous, stalking fragrance of your love.
Which devours me whole.
Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 8:33 AM UTC
Last Sunday, I invented a new color palette, while attempting to recreate that shade of freedom your eyes have, when you love fully and without restraint.
Oddly enough, I have noticed,
That when your smile awakens me in the morning,
It Takes care to do it slowly,
For I might die, incredulous, of my good fortune.
And every night, without fail,
I fall victim, to the dangerous, stalking fragrance of your love.
Which devours me whole.
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