Cluttered holes spread through time, as it stretches longer in a line. I'm freezing in a bundle of fire, wishing the worst; but I'm a liar.
I ask myself why I'd want me to end, then I remember it's because I want you more than a friend. Hands interlocked; shoulders clinging, Forehead kisses and sunset kissing.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
