IN LOVE AGAIN!!
How does it feel to fall in love?
And how does it feel to fall in recurrent loves?
:p
I mean you talk to a guy hours and love is inevitable!
Ofcourse that should not mean you are loose charactered.
:p
Though people often certify you a slut, your feelings are genuine!
Trust me!
I know!
I really don't understand how a person sticks to a single being for hours.
Is it his voice thats heart thrombing?
Is it his face thats incredible?
Is it his eyes screaming for attention?
Is it his nose thats pin-pointed?
Is it his cheeks that blushes a pink shade?
Is it his lips I love to watch move, un-blinked?
Is it his arms that engulf me in him?
Is it his breathes, warm and deep?
Is it his touch thats caring?
Is it his ways of making me feel like a caressed doll?
Is it his playing with my hair tangles?
Is it his tickling my shoulders from back?
Is it his hands that never leave my?
Is it his kisses I can never be tired off?
Is it his...
I lay on my bed to think how good we are together. A certain part of my brain also calculates the people around us; their expressions to this relation; their anxiety of shaming us; their dirty taunts; their slangs.
There is no age to fall in love. There are no boundaries beyond which love can be imprisoned.
Yes! I do care of the people around me. I can't always judge them as shit!
I will loose my love again. I know!
surely but, can't stop loving!
I love you..
How does it feel to fall in love?
And how does it feel to fall in recurrent loves?
:p
I mean you talk to a guy hours and love is inevitable!
Ofcourse that should not mean you are loose charactered.
:p
Though people often certify you a slut, your feelings are genuine!
Trust me!
I know!
I really don't understand how a person sticks to a single being for hours.
Is it his voice thats heart thrombing?
Is it his face thats incredible?
Is it his eyes screaming for attention?
Is it his nose thats pin-pointed?
Is it his cheeks that blushes a pink shade?
Is it his lips I love to watch move, un-blinked?
Is it his arms that engulf me in him?
Is it his breathes, warm and deep?
Is it his touch thats caring?
Is it his ways of making me feel like a caressed doll?
Is it his playing with my hair tangles?
Is it his tickling my shoulders from back?
Is it his hands that never leave my?
Is it his kisses I can never be tired off?
Is it his...
I lay on my bed to think how good we are together. A certain part of my brain also calculates the people around us; their expressions to this relation; their anxiety of shaming us; their dirty taunts; their slangs.
There is no age to fall in love. There are no boundaries beyond which love can be imprisoned.
Yes! I do care of the people around me. I can't always judge them as shit!
I will loose my love again. I know!
surely but, can't stop loving!
I love you..
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