AestheticMature

Aesthetic
is a million words
wrapped up
simply
floral patterns
and the smile
on your face
bright lipstick
sunsets
the moon,
with my music
bright lights
over snow,
heading out of
or into
the city
late at night-
long walks
and endless talks
At three am
these little moments
Are perfection
to me
eternity
at my fingertips
there’s more
to explore
and discover
and make
mine.

The End

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