"Her poetry is so good! She even wrote one for me," our friend said.
"Oh that's nice, I hope it wasn't dark," he teased, laughing.
"Why would I write something dark about her?" I ask, with a pout.
That's when a silent conversation is exchanged between the two of us.
'Do you write anything about me?' He asked.
'My idiot, everything is about you,' I confess.
I smile at him as his cheeks turn pink.
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Poems about Love
PoesiContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
