Final Words.
By Paralda
You´re so far I can´t touch you,
Telekinesis, what a gift that would be.
But I can only admire your written words
where I feel as your first priority.
another declaration in your name,
why this desire to tell you?
I never could though
hence these written confessions.
I write words in whispers
telling you how beautiful you are,
letting you know how your eyes always shine with divinity
and how your words are as soft as your lips.
You are my inspiration to these words,
with lines of love I have you in mind.
I apologize for spilling my guts,
but you are the ignition that sparks me up.
By Paralda
You´re so far I can´t touch you,
Telekinesis, what a gift that would be.
But I can only admire your written words
where I feel as your first priority.
another declaration in your name,
why this desire to tell you?
I never could though
hence these written confessions.
I write words in whispers
telling you how beautiful you are,
letting you know how your eyes always shine with divinity
and how your words are as soft as your lips.
You are my inspiration to these words,
with lines of love I have you in mind.
I apologize for spilling my guts,
but you are the ignition that sparks me up.
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