I'm a bird in your arms- all feathers and hollow bones.
My stomach and my heart are not really a mass of tissue and blood and veins.
They're just a bunch of butterflies ready to fly up, up and away.
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Love letters in verse.
From Him to Her.
From Her to Him.
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Highest Rank: #545 in Poetry on 8 January 2016
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The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )