That feeling when I’m with you
It’s different,
It’s like reading beautiful poetry,
It’s like listening to intense lyrics.
To me, it’s unique and rare,
A 40 kg weight on my chest.
Looking at all this again,
I feel special and beautiful,
Yet vulnerable,
For this love might leave me again.
Every heart has its hidden storms
Some show it,
Some never do.
That’s the only difference.
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Tales by J.J.
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Comments (2)
This is a really a great love poem. Good job.
Beautiful, I had to convert into pounds (because 'merica) but what weighs 40 kg? Is this the weight of your feelings or is this a pet? Or a very petite lady? Apologies if I've misenterpreted.