A heart is two question marks of opposite directions put together,
with two dots to spare, two valence electrons.
I should've known that question marks cannot be the other way,
it doesn't exist, it's made of doubts and questions
and a whole heart and perfect love is inexistent too.
(im afraid to post this, for I don't know how close the end is, but I'm posting it cuz of poetry. but the end may be years away or right before my eyes, i really can't say. sometimes life doesn't go as planned and as predicted. sometimes, hearts change and promises are broken. maybe they were meant to be broken.)
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoetryWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
