"Come inside this heart of mine,
feel the beat to the poets rhyme,
words they tumble, spilling pain,
tales of woe or love, again."
Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
She smiled at her that kind of smile you know the one conveys a thousand words unspoken conversations yet both fully understanding exactly what they means.
She smiled at her that kind of smile that was filled with a thousand different kinds of "I love you" And she smiled back "I love you too".
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