I don't know if I should tell you this, but you read through my poetry from time to time... Maybe you will stumble upon this, maybe you won't... I like that, I'll leave it to fate, or chance, or luck or whatever you may choose to call it. It's 5:30am and I can't sleep the thoughts of you keep me awake, the memories we haven't made yet engrave their way into my mind. It's weird, I don't think  5am has ever met my smile. Usually after midnight my stomachs turns upside down and my brain eats itself alive but recently, oh wow recently, my brain has been a place I vacation to every now and then. I never thought my mind would be my escape, but you're far away now so I must, I must venture into my subconscious to feel your touch and taste your lips. Oh those sweet sweet lips I don't love you no not yet. But I could my treasure, I very much could. With time and water and sunlight and patience I could love you. Now I've never been too good at gardening I can barely keep myself alive let alone another being But maybe Just maybe We could be dandelions.
I don't know if I should tell you this, but you read through my poetry from time to time... 
Maybe you will stumble upon this, maybe you won't... 
I like that,  I'll leave it to fate, or chance, or luck or whatever you may choose to call it. 


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brandea1998
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5:30 am

I don't know if I should tell you this, but you read through my poetry from time to time... Maybe you will stumble upon this, maybe you won't... I like that, I'll leave it to fate, or chance, or luck or whatever you may choose to call it. It's 5:30am and I can't sleep the thoughts of you keep me awake, the memories we haven't made yet engrave their way into my mind. It's weird, I don't think  5am has ever met my smile. Usually after midnight my stomachs turns upside down and my brain eats itself alive but recently, oh wow recently, my brain has been a place I vacation to every now and then. I never thought my mind would be my escape, but you're far away now so I must, I must venture into my subconscious to feel your touch and taste your lips. Oh those sweet sweet lips I don't love you no not yet. But I could my treasure, I very much could. With time and water and sunlight and patience I could love you. Now I've never been too good at gardening I can barely keep myself alive let alone another being But maybe Just maybe We could be dandelions.

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