"Her poetry is so good! She even wrote one for me," our friend said.
"Oh that's nice, I hope it wasn't dark," he teased, laughing.
"Why would I write something dark about her?" I ask, with a pout.
That's when a silent conversation is exchanged between the two of us.
'Do you write anything about me?' He asked.
'My idiot, everything is about you,' I confess.
I smile at him as his cheeks turn pink.
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Poems about Love
ŞiirContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
