The Scratch

Sometimes,

the past gets to me.

It does.

I’ve been feeling a lot.

Emotions, what an ocean.

Love… What a scenery.

You… Slowly teach me a lesson.

You’re a smack behind my head.

A finger flicked onto my forehead.

You warm the stars into brightness.

Thank you.

For always cherishing me. ☻

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