As I let my thoughts consume me I came to the realization that I wasn't the victim but merely the criminal. As I saw your eyes sparkle from across the room like a jewel I knew that I was looking for trouble. I didn't do it on purpose but once your hands were reached out for mine I knew that it would be too late to turn back. I was about to commit a crime, one that would eventually cost me myself.
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Letters To You
PoetryThe words that are never spoken are usually the words that need to be said
