Your laugh is a symphony
Your voice and smile too
I can hear the violins and the oboes and drums
And every time I hear it
I am lost in the waves of sound
And I can hear the swells and depths of the melodies and harmonies
And I love it
It's my favorite song
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Pretty Things, like the Moon and You (a stream of thought by a girl in love)
PoetryThis was supposed to be a poem But I can't write one, because there are no assortments of these 26 letters that showcase how I feel You are poetry in and of yourself And I swear I can feel words and metaphors Etched into every part of my skin you ha...
