"Come inside this heart of mine,
feel the beat to the poets rhyme,
words they tumble, spilling pain,
tales of woe or love, again."
Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
What are these feelings? They puzzle me fill my lungs so I can't breathe a thousand fluttering butterflies stir deep inside to my surprise. I cannot concentrate for long before my thoughts to you, they turn. What are these feelings do you know? Why yes, you are in love. Oh no!
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