in the slight touching of our thighs
when we sit next to each other
cheeks coloured red
in the random laughs we share
at the moments we least expect
but need it most
in the holding of our hands
and the polishing of that scar
a story in itself
that's when I see you
where I find you
and fall in love all over again with you
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What I've Never Told You ✔
Poetry❝why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?❞ ➢ a collection of poetry ∙ ∙ ∙ I stopped writing. There was no real reason for it, but for some reason, I just did. No words on paper anymore, no way to let my thoughts out. I kept eve...
