I can't describe the way I feel about you. It feels so unbelievable. Finally, I have someone who wants to know me. The real me. The person that hides behind her pen, with ink on her fingernails. You don't care if I have ink on my fingernails. You can clean it off with just a kiss and an embrace, "Oh darling, you make me feel so many things at once and I just adore you."
The end.
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Love and other feelings: a poetry anthology
PoetryLove poetry from a disabled woman's perspective. WARNING: a bit raunchy! You've been warned :P
