for drey audreyt20
shy glances,
flushed cheeks,
stolen pecks;is this what love feels like?
passionate lip-locking,
days of laughter,
nights of ecstasy;this must be what love feels like.
waking up beside you,
losing myself in your eyes,
midnight conversations about life;i'm pretty sure this is love.
unanswered calls,
days without you,
nights of longing;is love supposed to feel like this?
screaming, fighting,
covering scars,
hiding bruises;is this really love?
tears shed for what could have been,
what used to be,
for what is now a memory;it wasn't love.
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imperfections
Poetrya collection of all the nonsense that goes on in my head || poetry, prose and rants cover by @calloipe