i wish someone's
dark brown eyes
made me write—
each line steeped
in love,
each poem
a quiet devotion,
a place to drown
softly
in their gaze.
i wish
there were arms
to run to
when nothing felt right,
a heartbeat
to rest inside
when the world
grew too loud.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
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