"Stars"
"Can you see the stars?" you smiled at me. I nodded.
"They're beautiful. Like your eyes."
That moment was so perfect that silence was my only reply. How can you make my heart beat this fast? And how can those little things have the biggest place in my heart?
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Saccharine Reality
PoetryNot all poems have rhymes. Not all roses have thorns. Love doesn't hurt all the time.
