𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞,
𝐢
𝐟
𝐚
𝐥
𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫.
𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡,
𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬.
𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡...
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞;
𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.
╔.★. .═══════════
𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟... 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟, 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠.
═══════════. .★.╝
YOU ARE READING
☆彡彡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 ミミ☆
Poetry╔.★. .═══════════╗ 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒆 ╚═══════════. .★.╝ These are my own works. Do not take these without crediting me, and ask for permission before doing so.
