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My Apostrophe

  • Writer: Ashluna
    Ashluna
  • May 24, 2022
  • 1 min read

Updated: Aug 1, 2023

“I could feel the sweetest essence of love as your skin touches mine

Like forest fire bowing down to the sky offering rain

You pull me closer whenever I think I’m insane

So, you could listen to the rhythms of my heart beating rhyme

In a field full of roses that get blossomed and plucked every time

I wanna be your sunflower while we kiss away the bottle of wine


We weren’t just trespassers that were wandering at night

Maybe that’s why we never went out of love at first sight

The portrait of us already behold in the destiny above

We’re just mere humans existing in the mood for love

Ever wondered about all those times

At least once we didn’t commit a crime”







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