Chain of words

You were that elixir of transient happiness

Like the petrichor, ostentatiously aurablasts against me

You radiate with that halcyon daydream

In the process finding you, I lose my self

Once again, quintessentially locked underneath

An oriental place of emotions and wretched feelings

I time travel back to November, hoping I could save us

I broke into million shards of sorrow and tears

Tears that remain wet and probably will never dry

I soliloquize, only all the time and I always wonder where was the gravity that pulled me to you?

Under the canopy of glimmering galaxies, I weave

Yet another chains of words to outline my feels.


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