I’m not of this world.
And as your eyes blossom
in the new spring sun,
I sense you’re not too.
But while trapped in this world
my heart belongs to you.
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
I’m not of this world.
And as your eyes blossom
in the new spring sun,
I sense you’re not too.
But while trapped in this world
my heart belongs to you.
I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray. View more posts
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🌷beautiful
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Romance never dies 🙂
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Lets hope not my friend
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