In tired thoughts and endless quarrels, did
I really love him more? Clear skies, bright stars,
Unleashed freedom… Glass slipper lost at mid-
Night where the story really starts. Joint scars
In both our memories of running fast,
Of tipsy turns and moments when I knew
Our perfect world of night would never last
Still children, finding life and love in dew
Those clever stars shone gourds of freedom found
The bottle lasted less than innocence
And built upon its charm we then were crowned
The warriors of every midnight hence
Our romance bloomed in moonlight velvet-lush
I loved you like I loved the heady rush
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your poetry is really good now, its strange how weve both started writing again lol.
but yeah, this contains so much emotion, its tone is really addictive, i had to read this twice. if that makes any sense.
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