how can our love die when it's written in the sky
i see you only when it's time to close my eyes and my surroundings die,
i see you when my heart cries,
i see us in your eyes
— constellations
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eclipse of the butterflies. poetry
Poetryᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀꜰᴀʀ | he was a dream waiting to be dreamt, and she was a dreamer waiting to be awoken, they met through the 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ i love the way you make...
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how can our love die when it's written in the sky
i see you only when it's time to close my eyes and my surroundings die,
i see you when my heart cries,
i see us in your eyes
— constellations
