It Takes You Home

Her smile lit up the room. It always did. Love you, grandmother dearest.

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the heart has a mind, and it adores you

The faces are always you, by the looks of it, and I'm tired of pretending like I don't love that, or the fact you make me ever so smitten, despite the amount of distance between us. It could be years from now and I'd still feel your hologram hand on my shoulder, flickering lights go off…

madness called unconditional love

you're like the tattoo I don't have yet an image in my head that I'm obsessed with you're like the book I haven't gotten to read yet the cover is stuck in my head you're like the sun that hasn't shined yet the rays of light is what I need you're like the bad habit…

Poem: Back Of Mind

A poem by me: There's a song in my head but it doesn't exist yet Perhaps the bittersweet melody of life, That others like to describe. Or the nostalgic beat of a broken heart's skip on repeat, Regardless of the content; I am forever smitten. Either by your smile, or the haze of false hope,…