Perhaps the love that people speak of does not exisit in my life.
The kind of love that makes my heart race or my palms sweaty.
The love that makes me stutter and sets butterflies in my stomach.
Maybe the love I have makes me feel warm and safe,
It's quiet sneeks in on me when I rarely expect it.
The love that stays with me even when I feel lost.
The love I carry is in small touches on the shoulder, guiding hands around my wrist.
The love I feel is in the warmth of my blanket tucked in with a sweet kiss on my forehead.
The love I give is in the hugs that hold my soul together.
The love that everyone speaks of is perhaps not what I feel.
The love that brings me joy is the one that carries calm and warmth with it.
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I Hope, I Wish
PoesiaSometimes when it seems that all is dark remember after night there is always a dawn, no matter how long it takes it will always come. These are some thoughts that I get and sometimes my emotions. I really hope that I can forget the reality and liv...
