Why do I always scan the crowd to find those brown eyes of yours?
Why do I always want to hold your hand just because?
Why do I always reach for my phone to look if you called or texted?
Why do I always want to feel your presence beside me?
Why do I always want to be with you even though you're annoying?
I hate to admit it but all of these are becoming instincts.
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Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
ПоэзияThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
