Talking Clouds

the mystery of you and I

haunts me,

on city nights

when the mist shrouds

the towers

His conflicting thoughts about me showcased themselves across the table, he feared me yet wanted to be with me. I understood his turmoil because I felt that way about myself

The Hearts Maturity

my heart became vintage as the memories of us decomposed in my mind

The Siren

once he dipped himself in my honey he developed an addiction for my taste

Talking Clouds

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