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what i feel
is so much deeper than just
'puppy love'
she makes me feel the world.
she smiles,
it's a light
similar to 4 AM in tokyo....
a beautiful sunrise
illuminating the black sky
and the city's already-glowing lights.
she touches me,
my heart thumps
like hooves of gazelles do
over in the grasslands
in the motherland
her words make my inside ignite,
spark,
light up
like the eiffel tower at dusk.
now tell me...
with the feeling of the world in me,
therefor having god's proud work
imbedded in my spirit,
can you really try and separate me from this feeling
if you
love me?
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
