Your lips are addictive, close to a drug- a poison I wish to take, leaving me speechless every time we kiss. But my mind is another story, as it leaves me a poetic mess. Just your name, my heart beats as you caress my skin so softly with care and love. Fireworks of some sort erupts as your eyes stare into my soul, speaking the words I love most.
You fell in love with my soul and forever, I am grateful.
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetrycurrently - regular, daily updates. ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 ❞ Author's note - All my works are C...
