Times Like These.

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Not actually a poem,but a text I sent my friend:
I wish it was times like this that people saw me. The way I smile at certain lines of poems. The way I scrunch my face at certain dialogue. The way I close my eyes when I sip my tea. I wish it as times like this,times where I'm in my simplest, most gentle form. Times where I don't see the world,times where its just mean and the author or poet. The way I nervously chew my lip at the climax. The tears that slip from my eyes when the words of a book pull my heart strings a certain way. The way small, almost inaudible gasps slip out when the main character is in danger. The way I smile at the love that the author creates. It times like this, hair a mess,no makeup curled up in a blanket,that I wish people saw my true beauty.

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