I know with all my being; that she
doesn't feel the same. But my heart
knocks on my chest and shouts: "she's the one! Look at her shine." And I do. Every
second of the day. I watch the way her
eyes glisten when I mention something
she's passionate about, I observe her
hands and the way she rests her pinky
finger on her bottom lip when she's in
deep thought. I swear, her touch stings as
if she's a live flame and I'm a pathetic
puddle – but each time, I can't get
enough.
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For All The Young People,, Poetry
PoezieA book strictly dedicated to poems. Poems by myself, others (given credit), and you, if you'd like to submit. If you would like to submit a poem, leave a post/comment down below or PM me. *Rules for submitting*: -Preferred to have a title, not nece...
