Heavy are the eyes that can't get enough of you
looking at her looking at me
The moons greetings have come to separate us
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★ I never believed in magic but that changed when we locked eyes.
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Today a tree was stripped naked
the autumn wind cleansed the streets from its gloomy expressions.
like never before
the sky is filled with joyous poems
for the unheard
The art of touch
feels like the galaxies colliding
where even in the wild
you feel safe
I've painted a picture
with the memories of pain I used to feel when you left
Now the war inside me is over but I can't seem to sleep
A woman in my heart
I feel butterflies everywhere