i drift to sleep thinking of you
i cried my eyes out talking of you
my thoughts run wild looking at you
and butterflies explode from within talking to you
YOU ARE READING
LOVE.
PoetryShe sits there, notebook in hand with tears streaming down her face Her tears fall onto the page as she writes of beauty and warmth. This is my story enjoy love.
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i drift to sleep thinking of you
i cried my eyes out talking of you
my thoughts run wild looking at you
and butterflies explode from within talking to you