Let me

Let me walk through the lilies of your heart where you have dissemble all your lesions and pain.

Let me just pluck out all those blue flowers of your dahlia and adore my wall with cologne of your melancholic verses.

Let me merge my lipid fingers with the graveyard corners of yours so that I could sow a seed of belief of being alive again.

Let me hold you closest to my arms; grab giltters of necklace and rewrite the incomplete stories inscripting stars in your eyes.

Let me strech all the haikus I wrote for you last night into the sumptuous Limericks so that you could feel my rhymes of faith when the next morning you walk all alone.

© Aesthetic world

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