You’re more than a dozen flowers
Cupid stories
Me and u...we’re like google and searching
Screen with touching
You came with options but I’m not sending
People will talk and I’m not asking
No more faking, it’s u I’m wanting
And this *us* I don’t wanna see the ending....
If it is to be after you (God forbid) there’ll be no me without you....
And with you there’s so much more I wanna do...
I’ll see that us is true and anything you want me doing just for us to have the way...
Always remember I do tell you say you make I ringing
Because I’m loving you so you my heart singing...
Because you can love me so....
About the Creator
The Bird Nest
Downy tufts puff out, Warmth inside a house of hair, Drowsiness abounds. A/N: I sometimes imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bird nest, provided I can be bird-sized in the fantasy of course. I think it would be cosy! More longer stories to come! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman5 days ago in Poets
Memory's Garden.
In the garden of our minds, Where memories bloom and wind, There lies a flower, deep and true, A memory, both joy and rue. Sometimes it sings with joy's sweet tune, A cherished moment 'neath the moon. But sometimes, oh, it brings such pain, Like clouds that hide the sunny reign.
By Samiha Bushra 4 days ago in Poets
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