“L?” Love.
Love of things that make you happy.
Love in the tenderness of touch.
Love in the darkest distances,
love when there is so much room for hate.
Love to those who know no else.
Love of colouring spectacular.
Love, in love and loving.
“L?” Longing.
Longing to hold and cherish ruins.
Longing to erase my last few breaths.
Longing for the wisdom to forgive.
Longing far when better is in reach.
Longing to be longed for,
longing as though it’s purposeful.
Longing, longed and Long for.
“L?” Lonely.
Lonely with the hands of a thousand lovers.
Lonely in the arms of a stranger.
lonely to breathing solemnly,
lonely on the nights full of stars.
Lonely because everyone is watching.
Lonely as if
loving and longing could never be enough.
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