Magic. A poem.
Yeah, I’m a bit of a sap when it comes to love.
Still looking. Still waiting. Still imagining.
I’ve got a good feeling.
Soon. Continue reading Magic. A poem.
Tag: true love
True Love. A poem.
I like writing poems about love.
Still hanging out for it. Someday it’ll find me.
Hopefully, when it does, I won’t be like the skeleton at the bus stop. Continue reading True Love. A poem.
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