Time stood still as my heart beat as you leaned in and kiss me.
The need to let you hands go we're as weak as my knees as you leaned in and kissed me.
My mind was going as fast as us speeding on the highway as you leaned in and kissed me.
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It Should Have Been The Flower
PoetryThe sun never saw the flower's true beauty because he only bloomed in the night.. A collection of my poems and feelings ( do not steal cause , Hun, they ain't that good)
