When I close my eyes,
And smell the petrichor
Do I find you roaming,
Eyes gleaming, I adore.
The insanely immence distance
That separates us.
I, sometimes, doubt
If even is real like a witch's curse.
The longing, my heart has
Pounding and pain-bounding.
I seek for a physical touch
That I can call a sheltered feeling.
And when the last drop falls
And the last wind blows
Shall I find you dancing
Hands entwined with my flaws.
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Hey lovelies! My first update of the year 2022 ♡'･ᴗ･'♡
Hope you enjoy the starstruck wonders that follow~
∆∆∆Happy new day and night∆∆∆
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Inked Stars
Historical FictionFrom the time that stood witness to the creation of the universe, life has taken a gazillion forms. However, rolling down the heap of space and time, one thing remained evergreen--love. Although taking multiple forms as well, love has often if not a...
