there is always a glint of mischief in your eyes
so every time you tease, hope comes alive
hope that lay so deep in my heart
my feeling toward you is like art
it sways and tumbles happily in the wind
but every once and a while it becomes pinned
for i realized that you would not take me
then that mischief i love to see
strikes up everything once more
oh, this rollercoaster of a cycle is such a bore
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for those who love
Poésiehere are some poems that i like to write in my freetime. nothing too big or extravagant. really just something for myself. my goal is to write one everyday :)))
