Our golden ages comes to an end,
so are the summer lit skies,
but there's nothing to be afraid
if I got you on my sides:
Who showers rain on my hellish great fires;
who grounded me when I'm getting too high;
blanket are arms wrapped against to the night–
You are my courage, my weakness, my light.
All the colors of youth is fading now,
path are now mountains kissing cheeks with the skies,
but there's no storm and disasters may come in between–
as long as you're there,
as long as you are with me
–
a/n.
this is a poem i have written after watching god's own country. this is me writing a touching poem for a loveless like me hahaha
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blue valentine
PoetryThis is for the love I have found in between clouds of smoke, behind bathroom doors, and every waking at midnight hour - blue valentine. (2023)
