Always searching, hearts forever on reserve, anxiously waiting. A madness is stirred like a ripple in a pond, aching for comfort. Hopeless romantics wanting to be blown away, swaying in the wind. Craving simple things- A lovely kiss or embrace, A place to feel safe. Restless hummingbirds just yearning for completion. Feverish passion. Such an absurd thought- spirits forever searching, devastating ends. As days turn to sapphire, hearts hang onto hope, hiding under stars.
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