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You're the peanut butter to my jelly,
The butterflies I feel in my belly.
You're the apple to my pie,
The knot to my tie.
You're my sunlight in the morning,
The rain after my storming.
You're the blush of my cheeks,
The days of my weeks.
You're the ice to my cream,
The day of my dream.
You're the icing on my cake,
The memories I make.
You're the poetry I spill on paper,
The time I wanna savour.
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Rambling of an Introvert
Poesia20 PO || You realize the time when you have a screaming fight with your mom or the time when you got silent treatment from the one you talked the most or the time when you're being ignored by the person you wanted to care the most, or sometimes when...
