Joy comes in the morning
so i've been told.
Love comes in the evening
in the night, in the cold.
Love -never old.
Ressurected
Rebirthed
constantly blooming
I must be invisible
because he sees right through me.
Giving me candid glances, as if he once knew me.
But you my friend are new to me.
Never have I felt
Never may I feel
a feeling so tangible yet soreal
I feel its texture
I hear its heart
but NEVER will i hold it dear to mine
We a A PART!
a part of a puzzle that has lost all of its pieces.
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