Like fluffy clouds of untampered heart
Or galleries of pretencious art.
It's bound by bearer, in unique sight
Of when it's wrong and when it's right.
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First love is fleeting, a growing love bonds and strengthens. A poem that draws your attention. Good write; D
Thank you, I initially wrote this in early hours of the morning as I couldn't sleep because of a recent ending of a long-length relationship. I added a few extra lines just now, but im contemplating removing them. The original came from Me in a pure state; Fun in laughter that made them dare * Blossom with love, but now its bare * As love congeals and twists with hate * opinions appreciated.