The sun never met with the city,
on the course of that day.
silent, deprived, and self-conscious were my eyes,
when they met yours.
Your gaze, it delicately,
yet oh so violently,
cascaded through every wall of desperate love;
that leaked through my fingers, my body, my eyes, my soul.
how did you do this to me?
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Poetry𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. // no. 1 in #wattpadpoetry (24 June 2021) // no. 1 in #wattpadpoems (23 June 2021) // no. 1 in #wattpadpoet (24 June 2021) // no. 1 on #poemcontest (8th May 2021) // no. 1 on #sixwordstories (8th May 2021) // n...
