To The Love of My Life

Its corny
It’s cliche
But I just want to hold your hand
Vent about our days
And smoke a j

I know we agreed for space and to take a break
But I miss my bestfriend

I hope someday I can tell you that finally im yours
That I found myself
I surfaced through the wounds of my past

I guess we can say it’s up in the air
Like a quill feather swaying back and forth in the sky
Slicing through the wind on its way down

When it falls into my palm
I will pour my guts onto an empty canvas

Let it all out

And achieve self transcendence

 

 

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