I wonder what Love looks like, is he the peaceful sound of the night? Or is he wild like the waves crashing against the rocks?
I wonder where he is right now . Have we seen each other somehow? Or is he waiting somewhere across the world?
Wherever it whoever he is , I hope he knows that there’s a hearth beathing for him.
And one day we’ll see each other and time will slow down, And it’ll feel like we’ve known each other somehow .
And that’s it. The rest will be history .
Deep into the night, I find old pieces of myself.
From the dark days; Back when I needed help.
Full of dust and full colors, I revisit my past through an old wooden door .
Picture and memories when I still cried at night ,
Back to the night’s where I would always lose my fights.
But poetry saved me.
I wrote it all down and I exploded with ecstasy. Now I’m rising and my pieces are flying back to me.
From salty tears and melancholy words, to radiant eyes and harmonious poetry.
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