past love*

watching love sleep is breathtaking, wondering thoughts before awaking; it’s handsome, content, and humble. spoken below a whisper is understood clearer than I thought, due to its mumble.

blossoming in wonderful change; reaching something I thought was always once out of range…

it was fine, anything said was sweet, and it always says; this is crazy, and I laugh to myself because the joy is merrier, than the intimacy that was there.

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