You reach for the sky,
draw clouds in empty spaces
and incite the fire I thought
I'd lost, and I think I love you,
at least it feels like love,
yet, I've never felt this, so
how should I know?
I suggest we call it something
else, something only we
have, only we feel, I think
of you— my heart thinks of
you with every beating,
I think of you, care for you,
am so utterly loyal to you,
I give you half of my heart,
the other is mine and mine
only.
A special thanks to @fiercecub01 who continues to motivate me to write :)
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Ambivalent
الشعرEvanescent were my thoughts, Until the sight of you became manifested in my daydreams, And I find myself ambivalent~ thinking unrequited love renders me unwilling to let go, but knowing, with miserable rumination, that the heart only heals when...
