too close,
not close enough,
the accidental touch,
of accidental love.
pressing, pressing,
am i subtle?
do you know?
do you mind?
and now it happens,
all the time.
cheek to cheek,
eyeliner on fleek,
hand to hip,
lip upon (( ))•
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A/n: thanks Sam and Amy (eyyyyy samy?¿)
YOU ARE READING
not the truth
Poetry•a piece of my soul bundled in lies and rhymes and late night tears and fears and thoughts and rarely the truth•
