perhaps our love is like
a candle,
a
i lit t
his cand
le up, sizz
l i n g spa
rks &
so
phisticated warmt
embracing us, fire
flies dancing arou
nd, accompanied b
y saccharine music
this couldn't be goo
d;it feels like i'm to
uching the h e m of
heaven. but, a s the
wax melted, the tea
rs began flowing. it
dries after, and the
hearts gets h a r d e n.
the state of being discombobulated takes over. as the wax melted, you're starting to act cold. here comes one day, warmth that we started are now gone and the cold breezes of evening tide takes over.
esthereal - a love that made by warmth, but ended up like nothing.
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Mist of Petrichor
Poetry"Meet me at Block #143, Burntloved of Catastrophe. Where thousands of parchments and lies are buried." ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. where the literatures of esthereal are archived. RANDOM POEMS AND PROSES COMPILATION ©2021 photo used on cover aren't mine. credits...
