apathetic.
magic tumbled from his lips as he spoke of love filled promises,
dreaming of the day he'd feel.
empty, he was, the hollowness of his eyes prominent.
he kept his apathy concealed under a veil,
making them believe he felt the opposite.
death, to him, seemed almost.. ideal.
Saturday 3rd February 2018 7:15 pm
longing.
my frail hands reach for you,
my heart possibly reaching too.
you are my felicity,
the feelings you strike inside me stronger than electricity.
I truly do love you,
but I'm scared you won't stay true.
nevertheless, I still want us to have a everlasting rendezvous.
Saturday 3rd February 2018 5:03 am
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