it's the little things
like you standing next to me
the cheeky look you give me from across the room
when you randomly call just to hear my voice
when you laugh at my jokes
when you pull me in closer
when you text me good morning
when you want to watch a movie with me
one of my favourite things in the world
is just spending time with you
in a world that has so much chaos
you choose to love me through the chaos
thank you
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
