Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Friday, May 1, 2020
How to know if you’re in love
01/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation
When I see his smile,
I get butterflies in my tummy
And I want to look into his eyes
For all of eternity and then some.
When he talks, I listen,
Hanging off every word
As if it might be the last thing
I ever hear in this world.
When I know he’s been thinking of me
It makes me all warm inside
Like he’s hugging my soul
And I don’t want him to let go.
When he calls me pet names
And it doesn’t creep me out
But it makes me want to hear them more
Even if they are schmaltzy.
When he send me pictures of himself
In his trackies and a jumper,
Looking all snuggly warm,
And I just want to curl up in his arms.
When I ask him about his day
And he tells me,
Regardless of how boring he thought it was,
And I do the same for him.
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