Shy little eyes.
Your kisses give me feelings
Just like high tides.
My love pours over,
Warm and crashes into you.
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Fate, Boys, and Other Lies I've Believed
Poetryhere's a collection of what are hopefully my least shitty writings and maybe you will like a few If you could smell what I write, I would hope that you would smell the ocean air and the sweet smell of honeysuckle in the summer evening air. If you...
High Tides
Shy little eyes.
Your kisses give me feelings
Just like high tides.
My love pours over,
Warm and crashes into you.
