Your voice is like balm to my soul
No wait...you are like a cool breeze in the shade of pine needles on a sunny balmy day
You are so intoxicating, I feel as if I could just lay on top of you and dream forever
while my heart effervesces
You are like a savory perfume to my inner-self
If I left you, you would never leave my thoughts
I dont know what to do, except keep musing
and staring at destiny for a sign wondering if you would ever....
SORRY YALL, I CANT CONTINUE THIS STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS LEST I REVEAL SOMEONE'S IDENTITY AND GET THE BEATS FROM A VENGEFUL LOVER ACCUSING ME OF BEING A PARAMOUR!!!
***JUICY!!***
"Poetry is a discovering of self. It is existential. It is becoming... It is a constant metamorphosis of being" Poetry is a discovering of self. It is existential. It is becoming... It is a constant metamorphosis of being"
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