On some days he lends me a helping hand. On some days he lends me a listening ear. On somedays he'll just piggyback me home. On somedays he'll just stare into my eyes to find out the truth. On somedays he'll spray his Favourite cologne on his sweatshirt and lend it to me for a night or two. On somedays he'll taste my omelette and laugh saying that I'm a horrible cook.
He used all his 5 senses to make me happy. Thank you for that.
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Saving Thoughts
PoetryA girl tossed and turned at 2am in the morning. She finally got up and told herself to save her thoughts so it wouldn't haunt her anymore.
