Falling

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Falling, so deep

Head over heels

Tumbling

Hurtling

For so long

Never ending

Please, please, please

let it stop.


His quirk of his smile

teasing, laughing, a facade

His fingers

long, slender, tapping

His windswept hair

rumpled, mussed ever so carefully

His eyes

dark, wild, gleaming


But there's a her.

There's always a her.

Talking

Joking

Flirting

Laughing like there's no tomorrow


And me?

I'm just falling. 


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