Her hands are delicate
Her voice makes me hang on every word
Her heartbeat causes mine to go crazy
Her love is his though...
And I don't mind
She's happy
I want her to be happy
Even if it hurts me
Because I love her
<3
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Seashells and Rosemary
PoetryThis is a book of random writings. I can't really call it poetry anymore. Not all of these are my own situations, but some are. I write quite a bit about others situations. Thank you for stopping by, hope you atleast stay for some tea.
