This nagging feeling maybe hidden
With butterflies under my skin,
But only second to find and claim
Will you seek and keep them?
True that if I give something
Should expect nothing in return,
But when love is what is given,
Not to receive it is to
Suffer and burn.
And as I grow and sprout
To suffer and burn is good.
Long as You're engulfed in my warmth,
Covered from ice covered from cold.
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Woven Words
PoetryI don't know what came to my mind, but I think i will be filling this up with my poems. This should serve as my poem storage 😂 I wrote these pieces everyday for my so called boyfriend, but never acted as such. This was my way of expressing my moods...
