Little Priceless Things


Little things...
Little priceless things.
A token; a symbol
that your love is different.
Holding hands,
a kiss on my cheek
sets these butterflies off.
Will I ever get used to this?
Do I even want to?
The breathlessness;
the dizziness;
the feeling I can't describe.
Who would've thought
cold, bitter me
could ever love?

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