I fell.
I wasn't too hard.
His heart cushioned my fall.
Mine were stolen by him.
He's perfect.
He smiles like a baby,
Chuckling with innocence.
He walks like a soldier,
All pride, and nothing more.
He talks like a man.
He loves like a bee loves flowers.
Unable to stay away.
I fell.
It wasn't too hard.
He cushioned my fall.
He's perfect.
He's mine.
I fell.
In love.
~:ZG:~
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Yin and Yang
Poetry"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." ― Leonardo da Vinci "Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the...
