They claim that love was nervous
Love was the thumping of my heart
Too loud to breathe
Love was my hands shaking when you were near
And Love was the stutter when I speak
But I realized Love was none of those things
Love is the clarity in my mind
when I was too nervous
Love was the fresh air that I breathe
Love is my hands at rest on yours
And Love is the confidence on my lips
I never realized that Love
Was supposed to feel like home,
When all I knew
Was constant running
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
