I was always told that there were consequences for falling in love.
Punishments.
And it's true, you find yourself craving their scent at two in the morning. You dedicate your time, daydreaming of their low morning voice. You notice their small habits that make your day so much brighter and their favourite line of a song.
And they don't seem like punishments,
But they're all you can think about.
But I don't mind falling in love with you,
Because it takes my mind off of things for a minute or two.
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Poetry ☹ Lukeyslaugh
Poetrypoetry ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a ge...
