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Love
By Amanda Michaud


Love. The beating of your heart. The aching pain that doesn't hurt. Like a roller coaster, it has its ups and downs, but never stops thrilling you over and over again. It’s the warm feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, and the explanation for the dizziness you feel. It’s the warm, thrilling touches in the cold. It’s the firecracker sensation when you kiss. Love. The connection that flows through your veins, changing who you are. The memories you can't forget, and the moments you want to last forever. The tears that fall unashamedly. Your heart, beating at a new rhythm. The arms that hold you tight. The lips that kiss your hair, and then move down to your cheeks and fingertips. The bubble that surrounds you as you walk hand -in -hand-impenetrable. The sighs and the forever and always spoken. The way your minds are connected. Love. The hand that slips into yours in the morning. The way you hold onto his jacket and get lost in his eyes. It’s the movement of his lips when he says he loves you. It’s love.


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I'm an average teenager that likes to speak her heart and write down her dreams. Heart break and love is the fuel for my poems