"Explaining why I love him, is like describing what red looks like to a blind person or what water tastes like. It was simply easy for him to explain his love for her, he loved her when she couldn't love herself & he must've been the moon, because gosh even at the darkest time he still shined through. He fell in love with her because the colors of her eyes, she fell in love with him because of the colors of his soul. I know I'm just a broken voice you hear through the radio, she screamed when she was feeling lonely & he wasn't near, but that was the night they held hands till they died & she still remembers telling herself that his smile is gorgeous & happiness looks really good on him, I hope to be the reason he smiles one day."
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Original Poems; Britney Heiden// Part 1
Poesía"Just poems about what I've been thought, my existence, feelings, thoughts & my story."
