Its kinda odd I cant sleep because I'm thinking about you. For some reason... my brain wants to think about you.. and only you. How many times you touched me.. kissed me.. told me you loved me. Blushed because of me.. made me blush. Made me smile.. made me laugh.. Hugged me, protecting me. Or even the silly things like you threatening to feed someone to the titans, which are terrifying. Youre a weirdo. My weirdo. And I love the fact I can say that. I love the fact I can tell the world I love you. Yeah, you. My soon to be wife. My beautiful masterpiece... I cant wait to be your wife. I love you to the moon.
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A Handful Of Darkness
PoesieDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
