I love. I love hard.

Maybe a little too hard.

But that’s okay, isn’t it ?

Because it makes me feel…alive.

Makes me feel like the centre piece of a puzzle.

Makes me feel like I’m in the right place, with the right person.

You make me believe in magic.

That my hands can make flowers bloom,

That my racing heart knows something-

Something I don’t.

The tightness in my chest makes me aware that you’re around.

When you’re there,

My body dances to the rhythm of your words

When you’re there-

I’m free.

So I’ll love you

Till my these bones stop dancing according to you.


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