even if the world ends tomorrow
there is a presence of ‘atleasts’
atleast, i have loved, love
atleast, a melancholy occured
atleast, i was once wrecked
atleast, i knew i tried
atleast, there’s an existence of love beyond
a clandestine transcendence of soul
a tie within the warmth of world
a magnets that interconnect within the indepth context
atleast, i’ve lived with misery & mystery
atleast, i used to be the museum of love
museum that proved, i’ve loved immensely.
shesshy 