I know what I am looking for
but I keep getting lost on the way
I thought that I'd feel it
I keep having to fake it
something feels different this time
I am happy just thinking of you
I selfishly want all your attention
with me, you would always be worshipped
I don't have to know everything
no matter what, to me you are perfect
I hope to have forever
to hear everything I don't know
every poem is for you
If I was fearless right now, I would show you
can we fast forward
to when saying I love you is second nature
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Fiction
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