The heart pumps for blood
With an unrealistic shape
To it's name
How do we know what it feels like to be in live if the source is an organ in our body
The feeling is warm and we consider it a need that people strive for
We run for just a taste of what we think is this sinking feeling that puts our mind on cloud 9
Love is the one drug nobody can give up
Love is an infinite feeling of amazement
Love is happiness
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My Inner Thoughts
PoesíaThis will consist of a list of poems that I will never stop adding to. Whenever I feel inspired I will add a new poem. Whether they're dark and scary or sweet and nice, they're going in here. Every poem in here is original. Please enjoy my imaginati...
