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There's something about you, dear
That fills my empty to bountyThere's something about your deeds
That makes my heart turn to mallowThere's something 'bout your smile
That makes me look for stars at noonThere's something about your features
That makes my eyes forget how to blinkThere's something 'bout your existence
That makes me loath the ending nightThere's something about your hands
That makes me wish I'd hold it foreverThere's something 'bout your voice
That makes me love the idea of breathingThere's something about those words
That excites me for more tomorrowsThere's something about you, blue
That's more than this helpless lover has ever hoped for⊶⊰ ⊱⊷

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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...