I still get goosebumps thinking about how your hands traced patterns onto my skin & how you left butterfly kisses on my cheeks. The way your hair was so soft and a little curly. The way your skin was warm every time. The way your little smirk could send me into a whirlwind of emotions. I still get goosebumps thinking about how you heart used to be in my hands. What a beautiful memory that is.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
