when you look at me
into my eyes, staring
with that crooked smile of yours
we are alone
it's just the two
of us.
when you speak to me
with the intention
of making me laugh or smile
it's just the two
of us.
when you tease me about things
little things
that i did not even notice
about myself
things that one would have to look
very hard to see
it's just the two of us.
nothing else matters.
it's just the two
of us.
- on the beauty of blossoming relationships
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CATHARSIS. • a poem collection.
Poetrya collection of poems ranging in theme from self-love to heartbreak.
