This is compilation of my deeepest thoughts, my shallowest thoughts, my life, and my enlightenment.

Write Byte: It'll always be about him in the end.

If I knew the color of love would be
Like cream in the sweetest coffee
If I knew the sound of love would be
Like sound waves between my shoulder blades
If I knew loves’ eye would
Twinkle like the eyes of a child
Then I would have never left love in the first place.

I’d love him until we both fell off the edge of the Earth
And would still love as I gasped and we fell

And in the ideal, as the angel’s claim their new angel
I would still love
And continue to shed the tears for the love lost forever.

I promise to never leave you ever again.

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