"If all of this is the same letter why is it so hard to say?"
- Why don't we
The more I feel the more it's hard for me to say but easy to act upon
You might be the one for me, that so sudden I can talk with you dusk till dawn
The more I miss you, the more I see you, the more you'd seem to me like a sun
The kind of light that wouldn't make my forehead knotted
Or my skin dry but makes my fine edges
When the peak of our feelings get us the strongest, elaborating on it is not a matter
Always remember, the harder the feelings, the harder we'd say it because it's always within and here
A reminder is not necessary, but action that speaks the loudest, and an eyes that understand each other the best.
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
