The shoes on my feet and the pride in my hair vanishes once I hear you spill the words out of your brain like ice melting in front of a fire:
I am so lucky I am in love with my best friend.
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Gentle Readiness // Original Poetry by fmlency
PoesiaThe human soul is fragile. Although, being fragile is what makes us human. These are thoughts. Some are poems. Some are personal, some are random- Just enjoy.
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The shoes on my feet and the pride in my hair vanishes once I hear you spill the words out of your brain like ice melting in front of a fire:
I am so lucky I am in love with my best friend.
