i love the way her eyes look when she smiles.
i love the way she laughs when no one else is listening.
i love how she gets excited about the littlest things.
i love how she talks like the words are tumbling over the others to get out first.
i love how she sits with crossed legs and hunched shoulders.
i love how she is unapologetically who she is and will not change.
i love how she sounds when she talks softly only to me.
but of course, she'll never know all the things i love about her.
i'm petrified.
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love is like a roller coaster
Poetry𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. the hopeless ramblings of a hopeless romantic. > (completed)
