Ethereal love | Poetry to the love that doesn't belong to me IV

Broken glasses
unanswered calls
flying words
wilted leaves

and you always there, like letters in the mailbox waiting for someone to read the words that were never written.

Will you still love me at sunrise?
when the clouds move away over the horizon
and your look comes closer to the utopia of my soul.

Will you wake up on the other side of my bed?

when the sun walks seductively towards us and the moon says goodbye, when lust dies and flowers born, when the words are deleted and my heart still clings to your shining eyes

Will you still love me when the stars go out?

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^{Images from an Instagram account}