You mess me around
In peculiar ways.
Yet, I still cling
To the words you say.
You make me smile.
You make me cry.
You make me sing.
You make me sigh.
How pathetic must it be
To be in love.
- bee.
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Heart Strings
PoetryPoetry and prose about every little thing in love: The good. The bad. The sweet. The bitter. Cover by: @delinxent
