A collection of long and short poems for those that want sad and romantic poems to read. 'You held my hand, as my eyes leaked, whispered my name and kissed my cheeks' -Love Poems A\N :This is my first time writing poems so plz don't judge too harshly. Fair warning, not all my poems will make sense.
Stephen Chbosky once said, "We accept the love we think we deserve." This is not just a collection of poems but my feelings compiled together ♥ Enjoy!
"Your like Bambi, my own personal Bambi." He said with a smirk across his face. "So fragile and carefree, I would love to know if you taste like one."
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