It's the simple nudge in my heart,
Every time our conversation starts.
That gets me gleaning like the stars.
That featherlike brush in my stomach,
Every time I hear your laugh.
It's a sound I cannot get enough.
It's nothing too intense,
I'm not in love or in trance,
It's just a simple shiver of my hands.
It's just a simple rush,
A shyly pinkish blush,
A simple happy crush.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
