Poem By Tosh Foerster

You haven't felt love until it fills your lungs
Leaving no space for air
You haven't felt love until your minds constricted
Pleading, begging for some other thought to enter your brain
You haven't felt love until your heart wishes it could burst right out
Whenever she's around, dying just to feel inches closer
You haven't felt love until It's suffocating you
But by then it's too late

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Very amazing and thought provoking sharing definitely. Wise concept...10

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