Love.
It has made fools of us all, for centuries gone by. I am a fool.
The awkward smile
The absent-minded tucking of my hair behind my ear
I glow in her company
She is radiant, and it rubs off onto me a little when I am near her.
There must be a quote about that somewhere.
A fool I may be, but an honest fool
I see her faults
Selfharming and shoplifting,
But a thief with morals
How to say something?
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
Love.
It has made fools of us all, for centuries gone by. I am a fool.
The awkward smile
The absent-minded tucking of my hair behind my ear
I glow in her company
She is radiant, and it rubs off onto me a little when I am near her.
There must be a quote about that somewhere.
A fool I may be, but an honest fool
I see her faults
Selfharming and shoplifting,
But a thief with morals
How to say something?
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