box of chocolates slipped
valentine's
sweet voicemail on my phone
nine to five
heartfelt words
whispered in ears;
these are the things i hold dear.
its the little things that matter,
theyre what show you care
its the little things that matter
for me, grand gestures cant compare
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365 ways to kill yourself
Poetry365 poems of my brain turned inside out. ~~ is death a being, a state, or a state of being? ~~ DAILY UPDATES
