Wall
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I wish I could tell you what I really feel inside
My eyes like to wonder until I see you
Your greenish yellow eyes are like stars in the sky
Whenever you look my way I feel like my, soul is out on display
I've tried to forget what I felt
But there's a piece of me you some how held
I tremble at your gaze, that holds so much mystery
But it seems you don't see me
Only someone I pretended to be
But I guess its my fault that I built those walls
But I'm trying to take them down, but not wanting them to completely fall
I took enough bricks down Hoping you would hop over
And meet me on the other side
While accepting these feelings of mine
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If only he could understand my feelings.
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Vintagely Me
Poetryvin•tage (noun) the year or place in which wine, especially wine of high quality, was produced.
