Spray paint the canvas of the night sky;
the red reflections in my eyes,
silently swallows up a thought,
to save a piece of mind.
So in my waking dream, I navigate
this intricate minefield of love’s emotions,
that all become so probable,
after calling you mine.
May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 9:04 AM UTC
Spray paint the canvas of the night sky;
the red reflections in my eyes,
silently swallows up a thought,
to save a piece of mind.
So in my waking dream, I navigate
this intricate minefield of love’s emotions,
that all become so probable,
after calling you mine.
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