Feelings were more than flesh and skin
But something deeper
That lingers like echoes in the sea
ask for more, not just a longing, not just a need
With the weight of silence draped in stars
Entwined like roots that grow from planted seed, something steady
something free
Something more for love to and burn
Feelings were more than flesh and skin,
But something deeper,
That lingers like echoes in the sea,
Asks for more, not just a longing, not just a need
With the weight of silence draped in stars.
Entwined like roots that grow from planted seed,
Something steady, something free,
Something more for love to tend and burn,
A flame that bends but never fades,
A current pulling hearts in turn.
Not just fleeting embers in the night,
But constellations carved in time,
A love that hums in whispered light,
Soft, eternal, and sublime.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 5:06 AM UTC
Feelings were more than flesh and skin
But something deeper
That lingers like echoes in the sea
ask for more, not just a longing, not just a need
With the weight of silence draped in stars
Entwined like roots that grow from planted seed, something steady
something free
Something more for love to and burn
Feelings were more than flesh and skin,
But something deeper,
That lingers like echoes in the sea,
Asks for more, not just a longing, not just a need
With the weight of silence draped in stars.
Entwined like roots that grow from planted seed,
Something steady, something free,
Something more for love to tend and burn,
A flame that bends but never fades,
A current pulling hearts in turn.
Not just fleeting embers in the night,
But constellations carved in time,
A love that hums in whispered light,
Soft, eternal, and sublime.
#lostlovers
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