Do you ever look at someone and just think,
How?
How do you even exist, what sort of forces came together to create someone so perfect for me?
And... Why?
Why would the universes create someone so amazing that loves me, of all people?
Where?
Where would you be now, if not here with me?
Where do you feel safest, the most at home?
And... Who?
Who am i to say that you even love me?
For all i know you could be the best lie ive ever lived by.
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Beautiful Disaster.
PoetryA life in a garden sure is pretty the roses with more than one way to kill and lilies that remind you of the past. A garden is gorgeous as long as it's cared for. if your mind and body were a garden, would it a magnificent garden or a secret space f...
