-im in love with the cerulean eyes and jet black hair,
oh how i adore his rosy cheeks and disheveled clothes.
my heart crumbles at his captivating laugh and the creases that form in the corner of his eyes.
how am i so in love with this boy?
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language of flowers.
Poetryrealizing i loved you was like watching a earthquake destroy a city or a volcano swallow up an island. and oh god ive been repressing this feeling for so long,but ive realized forgetting is like an fire, the more you try to ignore it, the bigger the...
