Leaning against the door
Black vans tapping the floor
Your glasses flash this way
Gaze drops and I look away
Quietness knows our names
They say we're the same
If I didn't admit it, I'd be lying
You made me yours without trying
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Epiphany
Poetry"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
teen crushes
Leaning against the door
Black vans tapping the floor
Your glasses flash this way
Gaze drops and I look away
Quietness knows our names
They say we're the same
If I didn't admit it, I'd be lying
You made me yours without trying