yearning
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You didn’t ask to become my favorite thought. You just did. Slowly. Like sunrise. Like fire that doesn’t realize it’s burning the whole forest until everything is glowing. Now every version of tomorrow wears your face. Every dream borrows your voice. And every piece of me that once knew how to be alone… Doesn’t remember…
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If you knew how often I reached for my phone just to see your name… Would it scare you? Or would you smile, knowing someone’s heart has learned the rhythm of your existence? I carry you like a favorite secret. Not hidden. Protected. Because some things are too beautiful to leave in careless hands.
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Your glance arrives like evening rain,Soft enough to calm the fire,Warm enough to wake the sparkOf every quiet, hidden desire. You move as though the moon itselfHas taught your heartbeat how to dance;I lose whole conversationsInside the silence of your glance. The space between us hums with heat,A promise neither dares to name.Two souls suspended…
Between Bruises and Blooms 