fall in love with my heart,
not my eyes.
fall in love with my words,
not my face.
fall in love with the way i laugh,
not the way i please you.
don't fall in love
with the outside.
the outside is a shell,
skin-deep--
the ripples in a puddle after a rainfall.
the inside,
the fruits that the shell protects,
the waves in the ocean
during a storm.
the ripples in the puddle
only effect the light leaves
that decide to fall
and float inside
of the puddle.
the waves in the ocean
effect all, from
the birds in the skies
to those below the surface,
where a whole other world lies.
**word count: 115**
**genre: poetry**
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Short Stories Collection
ContoInterested in horror? How about fiction? Sci-fi, fantasy? Good. This will be a collection of short stories that may make you cry, fearful, happy, or laugh. This is a collection of my writing, my heart, my soul. My personal story fractured into other...
