What is itWhat is it?What is it
I’m not saying I’m a poet, I’m not saying I’m an artist. What I am saying is
What is it, When you brush my arm, Why do the flowers in my heart open like spring? What is it, When you kiss my lips, Why do the butterflies startle and fly away? What is it, When you’re looking at me,
You’re sometimes staring right though me? Why don’t you always see me? Is there another me? Or is there another her? Is it time to ruin another relation? Don’t be a hurricane.
What is it now? Bu
by £deviantWEAR
by ~maddrawings
43, 19, 9, 14, 31, 22
Love
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