In and out, feelings burst and explode from each end.
But where do you stand?
It seems as though the words that explode out of my mouth, and the happiness I have inside me, I have to contain, you frown upon all the things you used to laugh endlessly about.
Even if I were told exactly which coordinates both your feet stood on,
I wouldnt know where to place my own.
Im experiencing pre-menstrual syndrome.
Excuse my overbearing apologies and need for sentimental conversations.
Love (n.)
No love song, quote, or poem will ever describe the feelings I have for you.
Over analytical
Unbelievable sights. Indescribable feeling. Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling, through an endless diamond sky.
Pieces of Petals
its poetry, because anyone who speaks whole heartedly, deserves recognition.