14 | Nov 04
one ordinary day, or at least it was
walking down, dry leaves on the pavement
nothing in my head but our convo from last night
tiny voice, three words, heart skipped a beat,
even the people from afar,
could hear the sound of my heartbeat
for the first time, I heard you say,
I love you.
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Moonstruck
PoetryCopyright © November 2020 by Mystital probably my rant book written in flowery language, all raw from my soul. highest ranking: nov-dec #1 poetry collection out of 21.8k stories #1 poet out of 14.6k stories #1 poem collection out of 6.6k stories #1...