You cut your hair!
It looks great.
I don't know what to say when I'm around you.
But talking isn't my first language.
I love your smile.
That sounded weird.
I take a lot of risks.
Mostly for my friends.
Rarely for myself.
I want to tell you I like you.
But you probably don't like me.
It's ok
I'll be fine
YOU ARE READING
Under The Sycamore
PuisiJust my thoughts put to words. If you do read this, check out woman(poem)
