Poetic
She isn't different, but she doesn't make me romanticize every little thing.
I was struggling between winter and summer, then she suddenly came and gave me spring.
I never expected anything from her; I was going with the flow and just killing time, but each thing she does is the birth of a new adoration.
I was a fan of slow-burn romance, but when we crossed paths on our first interaction, I was charmed by her words. Now feel my devotion.
Her actions were lighthearted and passionate; blues and greens are nothing without her.
Every moment with her is poetic; how can I not care?
All of these girls are changing their cultures and getting lost in foreign emotions, while there she is, being adorable, in my homeland.
Not hers, and she's not literally mine, but she can be my permanent brand.
Silly shine, if ever you disappear, I won't be up all night, and I'll miss every dawn.
I'll be thinking of you every June once you're gone.
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Expressing sentiments
PoetryRecords of my very own thoughts, stories, poems, etc. that had been piling up on my notes for far too long. If you don't have anything to do, you can read FF. sentiments for fun. I made this to serve as a storage space or a destination for everythin...
