I smiled when I looked at
You and you were already looking back
Then you smiled back
But little did I know
Every time I felt like my
Heart burns from to much smiling
I would never know,
Every time you look at me
You only think about
her.
-Breanna Paris
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PoetryI just have a different perspective. (I own all these poems. These are all rightfully mine, thank you. And the Cover was rightfully made by me.)
