Those kisses are over. Those hugs are done.
I'm all lost in the enchanted woods. You were the
mist in my air. Colorful Petals to my rose buds.
When the bee came in to extract our
essence, we just thought it was
the nature of life.
Did we skip a beat in
understanding that the very
essence we both created with
each other to cherish the scent was
lost.
Lost to the nature of love.
The greenery of your eyes
have turned brown. The color of my
skin, pale. The stem that once
held us are dead.
All I can see you is in my heart.
Weavering the last piece of cloth.
Will you hug me or the disperse
hugs us.
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