I love my hands, I don't really know why, but other than my eyes they're the only part of my body I'm mostly okay with

Sunrise on the beach is my favorite everyday natural phenomenon

I can't stand public displays of (physical) affection, but I'm crazy affectionate

If I didn't belong to a conservative family I would look a lot different in appearance

I drink my coffee black but I prefer tea with milk and sugar

I'm bad at talking about myself, so I suppose this is done

Only at  Hellopoetry,
The heart counts hearts

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Thank you so much,
PrttyBrd

Wondering how
you can fall in love,
with a stranger.

Head over heels,
butterflies,
and love
at first sight.

The problem
with falling in love
with a stranger,

they don't feel the same.
To them you
are just
a stranger,
a random person
they met one day
in december.

Falling into
one sided love,
with a stanger.

Nativity scene number fifty three
signs shout "Silence and Prayer" overhead
Publicly kneeling despite words we read
Innocent giggles sound profane instead

Selectively ignoring just to fit in
ourselves to the mold of our past
secretly telling the priest of our sin
but bowed in the chapel of glass

It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month.
I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face.
The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they can be passed through the eye of a needle.
I miss you like the sun misses the flower, like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.
Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.
Love guides me, it is what gets me through the day and especially the night.
The love that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you.