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She is the soft light cast on your face as you sit playing a video game.
I watch the tv contently,
A smile graces her face and the winners music sounds.
She is the sound of your phone getting a notification.
I open it up and we're talking again,
About how school is, about how we are and what we've done today.
She is the taste of homemade lemonade.
The sour taste from too little sugar,
But we drink it anyway, it doesn't matter.
She is an arcade on the beach.
We run up the pier,
Sand still stuck to our feet,
- She is the feeling of growing up. The innocence that comes with adolescence and making mistakes, there's no malice here.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
