i love him so much that i'm torn between crying or smiling idiotically everytime i see something even remotely related to him
he is the muse of my every thought
he is the person to whom all love songs i listen to are dedicated
i feel like a fool
but now
i've finally admitted that i'm truly and utterly in love
and that is a measly little thought
isnt it?
YOU ARE READING
Endless Whispers
Poetryoriginal poems, made by meeeee this book will very randomly be updated, just whenever i feel like it, i don't wanna go on a publishing rampage and just blurt out a dozen poems at once (¯▿¯) hell, it could even be updated once a year or something, ho...
