He wonders why
I love him
and at the end of the day
it's because I've never quite
come across a soul
such as his
it's like cupping his cheek
to draw in for a kiss
to fall in to a bright, blue galaxy
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growing pains
PoetryVarious poems of sadness, love, and heartbreak. Short stories of young adult hood, growing mature, and realism of life that society often doesn't prefer to speak of out loud. Learn to grow through the pain.
