it's like we're living on wasteland.
only that you make me bloom,
see colors and hues
and they never existed to me before.
you make me want to combust
and destroy all the bacterias,
remove all the dust to make it beautiful.
to make everything beautiful.
because that's what you deserve.
'a beautiful home'
for a beautiful person.
not even my annoying features
nor my sometimes could be offensive mouth
would dare pollute.
the grace and freedom that you have
and have offered me too.
and i just want you close
plant the flowers that you like
and build a garden both in you
and that would surround us.
no noises would interfere,
not all pain would disappear
—but
'a beautiful home'
for you
and me
for us
would shelter us
from everything.
"when the sun sets, i still want to look at you"
you dared say you'd choose me over that beauty,
i cannot only promise that i'd choose you over anything, i'd really do it.
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Poetrywhen the world is quiet and you can hear my thoughts-there'd be just your understanding, patience, and love? [COMPLETE ✔️]
