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“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
But I know she would.
There are few things I’m sure about,
And her love for me is one of them.
The way she keeps caring for me
Even if it’d be easier to just don’t,
It means more to me than I can express.
I’m good with words if you give me a pencil and paper,
But talking? No, that’s nothing for me.
And maybe that’s okay.
Maybe poetry is my way to escape reality
And understand the depth of my feelings
For her.
I’ve never felt like this before,
Never once in my life.
Would it be weird to say I don’t want to lose this feeling?
It makes my whole world spin,
Turning everything upside down,
Yet, at the same time,
It’s the thing that anchors me
When reality becomes too much to handle.
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