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He in my Eyes
Blooming of my bossom
yet the end is same
both at odds as always
essence of aromatic name.
No one expect this
i myself even wonder.
Hugging him in daylight
with cuddles of sweetness.
My whole figure finds warmth
in arms of that stranger.
Glaring grin,
words of authent,
clinging thoughts in mind,
yet he is not dazzling in my eyes.
but he is perfect in my heart.
As in my flashback
ending is despairing.
blooming my thoughts
dying with time......
© White Cannon
yet the end is same
both at odds as always
essence of aromatic name.
No one expect this
i myself even wonder.
Hugging him in daylight
with cuddles of sweetness.
My whole figure finds warmth
in arms of that stranger.
Glaring grin,
words of authent,
clinging thoughts in mind,
yet he is not dazzling in my eyes.
but he is perfect in my heart.
As in my flashback
ending is despairing.
blooming my thoughts
dying with time......
© White Cannon
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