He's perfect to the point where words can't describe.
He's smart even though he doesn't believe it.
He's strong even though he thinks he's weak.
He is my other half, me everything.
I just wish I could find the words to tell him.
I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
He knows me better than others
He's just perfect but I feel not as perfect.
I testy to tell him but he doesn't listen, that's what I love.
His smell makes me feel safe.
When his arms are around me or holding my hand I know I could take on the world.
I want him to know, I want him to know all the thoughts I think when I'm with him.
I love him, but I wish I could just find the words to tell him.
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The Way I Think
PoesíaWhy do we keep the thoughts in our heads when we should share them? Is it because they hurt, or maybe they will hurt others. These are just a couple of ways i think. WARNING: There might be sexual content, vulger language and other things that may...
