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happiness is sleeping in our bed behind me caffeine for early hours as i quietly sit taking in what i never thought ive have inside im warm passionately seeped deep with rich love and emotion like a kettle left to brew sweetened like honey pouring dripping from my teacup heart happy terrified terrifyingly happy reaching this natural state of bliss companionship predestined feeling like this us we is everything i've been waiting for happily terrified that this love pure and unfiltered could be gone as easily as it came *** left on the counter momentarily cooling mistaken as finished forgotten could get poured down the drain empty nothing left to fill our cups tea, thought gone company will look to go home While cleaning the table my cup gets knocked off hitting the floor shattered unsure if glue will do i'll be left to pick up the pieces trying to fix my teacup heart
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
teacup heart
happiness is sleeping in our bed behind me caffeine for early hours as i quietly sit taking in what i never thought ive have inside im warm passionately seeped deep with rich love and emotion like a kettle left to brew sweetened like honey pouring dripping from my teacup heart happy terrified terrifyingly happy reaching this natural state of bliss companionship predestined feeling like this us we is everything i've been waiting for happily terrified that this love pure and unfiltered could be gone as easily as it came *** left on the counter momentarily cooling mistaken as finished forgotten could get poured down the drain empty nothing left to fill our cups tea, thought gone company will look to go home While cleaning the table my cup gets knocked off hitting the floor shattered unsure if glue will do i'll be left to pick up the pieces trying to fix my teacup heart
a poem about being so happy and in love that i'll loose it someday
morgan-rain
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
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