She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.
This is a problem for me because it gives me a false hope and stops me from pursing other things, other people. I need to know...how you think "this" will "work".
The thing I've noticed about her poems is that it's almost always the very last line that truly grips you and makes you feel something. It's the last line that completely wraps up the poem and makes you understand what the entire piece was trying to say. Love it.
This....wow...I think this is the best way I can describe how it feels losing you. I know you are my soulmate so I am hoping fate brings you back around with a reason for separating us in the first place
Yes! This word is very familiar to me... People call me crazy including you... But it is for you... I want to remain crazy for you until my dying day and this intensity/frequency of LOVE keeps on increasing.