Blood type
You're the blood in my veins,
You're the oxygen I crave,
You're the sunrise to my mornings,
You're the echo in a cave,
I can't look at something beautiful,
And not think of you
God you mesmerize me
Paralyze me
With your existence
All I ask for,
Is a lifetime
But that's too much,
To see my blood type,
Boil with love
-Nevena 💚
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