Warm feeling in my chest.
Warm breeze in my stomach.
Nice thought in my head.
Beautiful dream in my bed.
Because I love
Because I care
Because I can't stand my day without you
Because your neck is my favourite corner
and your lips my favourite go-through-another-day help
Because God knows I love
And there is no space big enough for how I feel about you.
My happy place.
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PoetryGod is dead, - said Nietzsche. In a land of desolation and ghosts You were an angel. Like every other creature, you've been wasted. Wicked little thing.
