birds

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i stood in the kitchen
the smell of cookies filled my senses
she told me my face was red
who the hell blushes
when they see a photo
but how could i not
you looked so perfect just then
your face so content
so pretty
completely unaware
of what you're doing to me
i don't want to stop
until i hear our wedding bells
until we are a forever
i want you so bad
the birds sing to you in the morning
the songs of my broken heart
that stopped beating once
but is now breathing for you
only for you.

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