I'm still not quite sure what love is, but I'm sure about one thing.
I want to sit next to someone and be able to hold their hand.
Their hand.
Their hand that is filled with lines, lines that tell their story. Trace every single detail and let those lines tell their story.
My hands are filled with lines, lines that tell my story.
When our hands meet we'll create a new story.
Tragically yours,
-Adi
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Tea Leaves and Torn Hearts
Poetry"A place where a lonely girl can express the consultations with her heart." These are little poems that express what my heart wants to tell the world. Maybe your heart feels the same way and finds a sense of understanding here. Tragically Yours, ...
