Love is when you feel at peace in his arms. Love is when you can talk about everything. Love is understanding each other. Love is accepting each other's imperfections. Love is his soft lips on your lips. His hands touching you. But love is also heartbreak. Love is the pain when you see him kissing another girl. Love is when all you can do is think of him. Love is holding on although you know it's over. Love is every night dreaming of him bc you fall asleep thinking of him. Love is hurting. Love is lonely. Love is crying. Love is when you can't live without him. Love is when he is the last thing on your mind when you jump.
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Some fucked up poetry
PoésieI try to express my feelings and my life in some shitty poetry. Sometimes it helps to clear my mind. I know it's not so good but I thought it would be a good idea to keep it all together. well yea.. enjoy a moment in my messy mind and broken hear...
