We never see eye to eye after the fight,
Yet alone utter a single—'hi',
If there is a single thing that make me shy,
It's the moment when I see your smile.
Is there a change that we can greet,
Or a slight chance to even meet,
Sometimes I wonder if I'm a freak,
Because thinking of you-
Make my heart skip a beat.
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From The Bottom Of My Heart: Gone With the Wind (Poetry)
PoesíaJust a little glimpse of how I live my life. Written in a form of poetry. I started to wonder and I still was when I wrote those first few lines. As I continue to write, an idea; a theory slowly crept into my mind. What if this is the real me? All...
