i think that i'm falling in love with a new part of you each day
because yesterday i realized
how beautiful your eyes are
how they crinkle in the corners
when you look at me and smile
and today it was your hands
how warm they are
when they're wrapped in mine
rubbing the tips of my fingers.
and i can't wait for tomorrow
to see what i can fall in love with next.
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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.
