The kind of love they write poems about.
That's what came to me when I fell for you.
It's the kind that makes my toes curl when I think of you.
It makes me smile and blush when I hear your name.
It makes me crave your thouch and kisses.
It makes me believe I can do anything when I'm around you. When you stare into my eyes.
The kind of love they write poems about.
It makes my stomach tighten when thinking of losing you.
It makes me want to hold on tight because this kind of love isn't worth the heartbreak.
Is it?
Now I am crying all alone.
Writing a poem about you.
I wish this was a happy poem.
The kind of love they write poems about.
Madness.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
The kind of love they write poems about.
That's what came to me when I fell for you.
It's the kind that makes my toes curl when I think of you.
It makes me smile and blush when I hear your name.
It makes me crave your thouch and kisses.
It makes me believe I can do anything when I'm around you. When you stare into my eyes.
The kind of love they write poems about.
It makes my stomach tighten when thinking of losing you.
It makes me want to hold on tight because this kind of love isn't worth the heartbreak.
Is it?
Now I am crying all alone.
Writing a poem about you.
I wish this was a happy poem.
The kind of love they write poems about.
Madness.
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