Our love was everything from spilled coffee on your mom's kitchen counter, to shared earphones pieces on long tiring days when the world moved on slow motion and to movie theater nights. To brief rests on each other's shoulders, to utter quiet moments, to long tight hugs that offered solace when I felt the world caving in on me whilst piecing my pieces together as they melted perfectly back into each other and staying beside your bed side when you lost your sister. We found it but never embraced it. This was our love and it was never "I love you" uttered and exchanged.
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He Is Not Like Others
PoetryYou're both that star you are sending your wishes to and the miracle you are waiting for. A collection of free verse poems and proses under the name of Wish (@WishWrites). S T A T U S {COMPLETED} # 1st in analogies [070620] # 2nd in proses [070720...
