52. Painting

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Your heart used to be the ink,
and my hand used to draw it
swiftly, with only just one slide.

You don't wish for glory,
I wish for your flowing love ,
and my hand slipped...

Just a little more
Is what I need to be ,
you're a growing star
shining for me from a far.

𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡. [ПРОДЪЛЖЕНИЕ]- ONGOING.Where stories live. Discover now