A hidden feeling,
Our silent charm
A secret possession,
Our tightening balm.
Something true,
Yet left unsaid,
We watch it bloom,
The love is fed
And maybe time will be over
Before we’ve said -
Our hidden feeling
Our secret unsaid.
About Me
- Charlie
- Southampton/Winchester
- So i probably think too much, sleep too little and stay up half the night. But i write, and i try to compose. I have a passion for music. I love poetry. I love lyrics. I love to daydream. I love to anticipate and fascinate. I love to sit and think. I love writing. I love reading. I love mountains, streams, lakes and fields. I like to walk and get lost. I like to find somewhere new. I like to dream and remember these dreams. I like to feel. I like to talk. I like to watch the stars. I like to capture moments through the shutter of a camera. I like faces. I like emotions. I like eyes. I like laughing about nothing and everything. I like lazy, hazy nights of drinking, writing and being. I like things. Little things. I like pockets. I like handwritten letters. And Post-It notes. I like fridge magnets. I like Pimms. I like second-guessing. I like hugs. And forehead kisses. I like people. I probably like you.
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