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Universe is so vast, don't you think? Yet a little too tight in grasp; because I have spent my time wandering around, only to find you hidden in the middle of bushes. Safely tucked, just between wild roses. Blue, because love has odd colour in my mind. And thornless, because you're a tad bit more gentle than the rest.
Long, I had myself folding my legs just in front of you. Thinking about those chances I missed because eyes could be so blind yet heart could also be so kind. Thinking about those days where loosening grip had you losing me to another open palms. But wild roses are patient creature, and you had the guts of a steel one.
It's 2 AM, and you're running in my mind like you personally own it. But oh maybe, πΊπ°πΆ π³π¦π’πππΊ π’π³π¦. All free, because you have long occupied every space of it.
πΌπ£ππ ππ£, 1.49 AM.