Category : Poems

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Trust:
I'm jealous easily I'm insecure I'm not satisfied easily I doubt about the smallest of things I complain about the things I should be happy about and I forget many things.
Do you still love me

Love:
He tuck one look at her, and he knew she was the perfect kind of trouble: a good girl who knew exactly when to be bad and good.

Because I could watch her for a single moment and find a thousand things that I love and want about her.

And I can't help but to run my fingers down your spine like you are my favourite book. But I still cannot read you. You are your own language. Your pages are tierd and torn, but even though you can be tierd, jealous, hurt, angry or even sad I want it all I want you.

I love you