"But , I still think you're beautiful. I wish you could see what I see . I wish you could see the constellations in your eyes or the way your hair dances with the wind gracefully as you walk. I wish you could see your own smile and how the world stops for awhile when you laugh. I wish you knew how beautiful you are. I wish he told you that."
- The boy who loved
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
