When life begins to fold within itself... Will it capture us?
All that beauty and art that we can become together in this madness.
Shall we become a ball of crumble would our love get caught in the mixture of this tangled mess? Or will we despair?
If life undressed us down to the soul will you see me and
be my equal?
Or will you see past me?
If we were stuck together would I be within you or would you be within me?
Whatever gets you here
Or gets me there... Is worth the capture and unravel.
By: Ilah Relaire
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 11:33 AM UTC
When life begins to fold within itself... Will it capture us?
All that beauty and art that we can become together in this madness.
Shall we become a ball of crumble would our love get caught in the mixture of this tangled mess? Or will we despair?
If life undressed us down to the soul will you see me and
be my equal?
Or will you see past me?
If we were stuck together would I be within you or would you be within me?
Whatever gets you here
Or gets me there... Is worth the capture and unravel.
By: Ilah Relaire
Other half of me
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