when you are around
I feel endless
Like memory
Cascading from
The mouth
Of love.
The thought of you
Is like the fire
You sleep next to
On the cold and lonely nights
When the only thing between
You and oblivion
Are the very stars
That invited you there
In the first place.
you are the echo
Of everything.
You
are the inescapable mirror
That I have somehow
NEVER been afraid to gaze in.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
when you are around
I feel endless
Like memory
Cascading from
The mouth
Of love.
The thought of you
Is like the fire
You sleep next to
On the cold and lonely nights
When the only thing between
You and oblivion
Are the very stars
That invited you there
In the first place.
you are the echo
Of everything.
You
are the inescapable mirror
That I have somehow
NEVER been afraid to gaze in.
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