There must be something with this heart, because it's only getting softer. After a hurricane, is coming up a rainbow. It broke into thousands of shattered pieces but those tiny little pieces are steadily drifting apart and now, someone's glueing them to rebuild me, my senses, my happiness all for the sake of love. My heart a beat trips, my pupil just enlarges enough and the butterflies in my tummy- oh forgive me, the zoo inside my tummy- is entirely shaken up, when I encounter him and he encounters me.
The heat of hatred has changed into the warmth of love. His body, a mass of island that I wanna explore; his eyes, a swamp that I wanna drown in and never come out of; his lips, rose petals that I'd feast on. His existence fills me up with joy. The sun wouldn't shine if it wasn't for him, the world would be hueless if it wasn't for him, my happiness wouldn't have exploded if it wasn't for him. My subconscious disagrees, but my poor little heart can't. He sets my eyes smiling, loins shaking, blood racing and lips quivering as he creeps closer my cheeks flush scarlet and I'm immediately forced to face the ground, all red, all blushy, all joyous, all lively. I just wanna adore him like it's the only thing I'll ever do. Oh my, what an artwork is he!
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Seasons of Youth
General FictionGreetings!! This book is going to be a compilation of the prose and poetries that I write. Most of it is something that almost everyone can relate to, specially if they've ever felt connected to someone. Music has always been an indispensable part...
