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WHAT DAY IS IT
What day is it… love fogging my thoughts
Lips still has traces of your sweetness
The scent of your perfectly balanced essence consumes my sense of smell
Slow breaths as I am fighting for control of my racing heart
I am in a space that sends my soul on a journey through space across the milky way
I found myself on the edge of a universe that seems to shrink as I fall deeper and deeper in love with you
Your love has imprisoned my heart in an eternal heaven and a dare not to be set free
I ask myself over and over What day is it… but in the end it really doesn’t matter
For I have found the one whom my soul has found joy
Lips still has traces of your sweetness
The scent of your perfectly balanced essence consumes my sense of smell
Slow breaths as I am fighting for control of my racing heart
I am in a space that sends my soul on a journey through space across the milky way
I found myself on the edge of a universe that seems to shrink as I fall deeper and deeper in love with you
Your love has imprisoned my heart in an eternal heaven and a dare not to be set free
I ask myself over and over What day is it… but in the end it really doesn’t matter
For I have found the one whom my soul has found joy
Published 17th Jan 2022
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Hey Poe…….as always this is beautiful and breath taking……you’ve never lost the talent…….I don’t care what you say Lol! Lots of purple luv & hugs xo :)
18th Jan 2022 4:37am
