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I am sitting at the edge of the pavilion at the school field,
Reminiscing about our time here together last week.I want to give you a call,
I could use a company.
At the same time don't want to,
Cause you are so much than an urgent need.I want to give you a call,
But don't want to,
Because that would seem clingy,
Do you like Guys being clingy?..I want leave a text that reads,
"there is no one I'd rather be with"
But that would make you seeing me in masculine miseryI want to see your smile,
Hear your laugh,
Lock you in my arms and talk about,
Music, life and poetry.
But you would probably assume
I am just being horny.As my teammates practice plays under the glistening sun,
I stare my phone left with two choices,
Bask in loneliness,
Or
Call another girl.—Israel Olorunnisola
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This poem is about those moments when we're caught in between being sweet or cold. But that asides, if you were in this position what choice would you make?And how has adulting been lately?
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Boys feel too| Poetry
PoetryA poetry collection describing an unpopular truth. 'Boys feel too' is that book for Guys across all races, social backgrounds, beliefs, and identities to let them its okay to feel. More importantly, it's okay to talk about it.