You gave me butterflies in my stomach, but now I can't eat,
your voice was like music in my ears, now I can't hear
Your touch was tickling my body, now I can't feel
you made flowers grow in my lungs, now I can't breath even though it's beautiful, it's slowly killing me
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
