For my Dragonide girl,
Maybe
I wasn't searching for love.
Maybe
I was searching for you
before I even knew your name.
Maybe
that's why every road felt unfinished
until it led me here.
Maybe
the stars were never beautiful.
Maybe
they were only preparing me
for the night I'd first look into your eyes.
Maybe
home was never a place.
Maybe it was always the sound
of your laughter.
And maybe if this world gives me
a thousand miracles,
I'll still choose the one that answered
when I called your name.
— your little wolf
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Poetry
