Happiness began with small brush of his arm.
Joy begins with a small glance of this eyes.
The words of a first talk spins like a record on replay in my head.
The way he stood next to me, made my heart breath in it's own way.
Breathing in rhythm not to mine own body, but his.
&& holding on the everything he says, hoping and praying that it's not our last. ♥
About Me
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- Hey, my name is becca, && for my creative writing class we have to have a blog. I love writing about what ever tickles my fancy. I love writing stories and poems. && i love writing stuff about boys on the spot. Everything on this page i wrote burn :)
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