I love the way your eyes make cute little creases when you’re truly happy.
I love the way you’re naturally polite.
I love the way you talk to your mom.
I love the way…
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I love the way you’re a reminder to move on.
I love the way the songs that once reminded me of you have faded.
I love the way that you only cross my mind if I let it.
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I love the way I couldn’t finish the first part of this poem because I didn’t know you as well as I thought I did.
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Although it feels like I’ve done
Everything I could
To keep this little spark ignited,
The only one who can truly finish the poem is
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You.
About the Creator
𓍢ִ໋. ✿ Ghislaine ✿ 𓍢ִ໋.
Too many thoughts, not enough words...
Observer, curiosity and creativity driven kid
Writing as to remind myself of all the wonderous and treacherous of life <3
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