I hate being dramatic and in love,
I wish to adore life before him.
He's apart of this grand orchestra though, I suppose,
I- have so much to say and express this beauty to, he's the one I'd say it to.
He listens when he's there,
He's just rarely ever there.
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The Supernatural Laws of Love
PoetryPoems about love, more than love, and galaxies of pink.
Dramatic There.
I hate being dramatic and in love,
I wish to adore life before him.
He's apart of this grand orchestra though, I suppose,
I- have so much to say and express this beauty to, he's the one I'd say it to.
He listens when he's there,
He's just rarely ever there.