When we hold hands, I feel my heart stop
And I've memorized the creases in your skin
And the curve of your fingers against mine
And how yours are always so warm
And I hope you know I love you
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Pretty Things, like the Moon and You (a stream of thought by a girl in love)
PoezjaThis 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...
i hope you know
When we hold hands, I feel my heart stop
And I've memorized the creases in your skin
And the curve of your fingers against mine
And how yours are always so warm
And I hope you know I love you
