you smell like apples.
like apricot tree blooming by the sea.brought you inside.
locked in my mind and lost that tiny key.
so many stories.
so many poems, drawings, other stuff.
so many stories.
and none of them is love.
you are a sunrise.
but sun is slowly moving to sunset.
stars all around you.
you shake them off to fill my empty head.
i want to touch you.
you're unprotected precious piece of art.
i want to touch you.
you break and fall apart.
there's no love.
it has been proven.
there's no you.
just blurry dreams.
there's no hope.
i keep on moving.
and every day i clearly see:
there's no love.
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