I love you.
I love you more.
I love you most.
Round and round that's how it'd go.
Until it was just the two,
you to me and me to you.
Because when I said I loved you more.
You knew I was right.
I knew you where bored.
So I lay by myself.
I lay on the floor.
And my brain asks my heart.
What was it all for.
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Shiny
PoetryI'm a lover of shiny things a dreamer of dreams. Enjoyer of rhyming things a cutter of strings. A lover of love and a lover of words, but in all reality... I'm just a girl.
