Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

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GAZER

In a shot, eyes got heavily strucked,
In a full smash, lids dried and dried.

Wondering as these tears falled together we are called,

Lovely night skies and closely to midnight dawn when heaven started to spoke.

These crushed oblivion once showers pain and dull sorrows upon a stranger's pale face.

Those mere chokes that the neon lights spread...

Those hopes I've stored in my seeaty hands until tears became holy blood as an ink

When these things happens, hoping that this will exist.

When I'm alive still or even when the moon had started to adore me.

Cannot help myself but to keep cherishing the moonlight I'd once threw over,
Above the sailing deep dark clouds.

Its cold in here,
It was bald of bolds and burnts,
If I were to travel back in time.

I would chose to love sunsets for its lightness and soothing calmness and hey!

Perhaps when I look above, I always remember something between us...

💚: ♡♡~~say says,
@jas