A soft trail of sweet nothings,
Just things we barely said.
A flower bed of somethings,
Only things we sort of did.
Behind a lens blurred out
Like stars,
We kiss on foreheads,
Before showing our scars.
a.l.c
Poetry and words
Poetry and words
A soft trail of sweet nothings,
Just things we barely said.
A flower bed of somethings,
Only things we sort of did.
Behind a lens blurred out
Like stars,
We kiss on foreheads,
Before showing our scars.
a.l.c
pouringtruth 
Very beautiful
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Thank you ☺️
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You’re welcome
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A wonderful poem!
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Thank you friend ☺️
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