Afterthoughts
“When did you know it is love?
Was it when she smiled at you?
Was it when you asked her out?
Or was it whenever you kiss?”
“It was when…” he gulped. “I lost her.”
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PuisiFor the love of poems, proses, words, and stuffs. Just a girl who wished to conquer the heights with love but less of your prejudice. I write rhymes so you can hear my heart. I write them as the whirling thoughts escaping my mind. So if you happ...
