You're laying next to meYour head is resting on my shoulder.
I feel such a relief.
I don't want this moment to be over.
I knew this love would grow even bigger.
This love.
This magical love.
My love.
So peculiar.
I knew this love would be for.
Evermore.
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February Ashes
Poetry❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.