Crying, Loving and Understanding
I am in love!
Is it possibly
Love?
A crush?
My heart trying to make oogly waves
My heart trying to copy the heart rate monitor?
Is it possible?
If it is possible,
How can I not understand?
How can I not see?
I’ve had my tears
I’ve had my pain
I’ve had my sleepless nights
I’ve had my broken heart
Broken into more pieces
My prince
Can you accept me as I am?
With all the things
The pain
The heartbreak
The fun days
The extra happy days
The lowest days
The Red days
All the other moods that encompass the red days
You did you did
You understood my pain and my happiness
In return
I give you my entire heart
My everything.
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To be in love, to be loved and all of the above is absolutely the best joy in life. If you find it don’t let it go if you think that it’s special.
Life that this spectacular way of being there and hitting you with everything and yet nothing.
Enjoy your weekend
Sun sun ⛅️⛅️
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Sunny Zhang
I write things so that I feel better, I study different languages because I feel free this way
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