Before you ridicule me for saying I love him, ask me what I think about when he sings to me.
His voice is like this perfect melody.
The way his eyes wander around nervously,
There's something in his head that makes him think he's fucked up,
When everyone isn't normal.
Normal doesn't exist, because if it did, I'd know by now.
Tell me what's normal when you haven't felt that stabbing pain of your heart being shredded into half.
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Author:
RayaRenfro (
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Thanks RAYA for another quirky poem ! Love as you are discovering is a many splendoured thing ! I'm old enough to have been in and out and out and in of love ! Love is never normal ~ and if it is it isn't love ! Keep on loving ~ Yours BRIAN
Love it, Awesome write
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