Thoughts of you, my angels, my demons
To be awaken from this dream
next to you, my only wish.
But I can’t…
So many flowers in this garden of life,
and yet, you the one I covet
Scored and scarred by your thorns,
your heart to harvest, my only aim.
But I can’t…
Too proud the words to utter,
too timid to endeavor;
“It’s YOU I love!”
wish I could scream.
But I can’t…
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