I fall in love with simple things.
Lingering eyes,
brushing hands -
the feeling
like you're not sure
what to do with them
when they are near.
bones, love and butterflies
-excerpt from a WIP I'll probably never finish. Which most of these are, lmao.
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Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
