If you think about it, the world is like a big box of chocolate. And everyone is a different kind, though some might be similar. We are all in some way different.
When i look in his eyes i see stars and start to feel warmth the warmth i use to feel when my uncle would cook fresh bread in our kitchen, The warmth i feel when my mom tells me she loves me before bed, The warmth she gives when she holds my hand and says her promise, The warmth i feel drinking sweet tea from them, the tea of forgiveness. He makes me feel safe, at home.
*cracks knuckles* IM GONNA MAKE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS WITH YOU
my friends call me big cheif, i just call myself big sad.
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Story by Lee >:-)
Box of Chocolates
just poetry/rant book, because i do that sometimes :-)
may be triggering themes, i really dont know.
