perhaps it's the way she talks soothingly to your ears
perhaps it's the way her eyes crinkle into crescent when she smiles
perhaps it's the way she tucks her hair strand behind her ears
perhaps it's the way she walks gracefully down the alley
perhaps it's everything about her that's not me
it's past midnight, and that's all that I could think about

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[✔] Tacenda
PoetryJust things better left unsaid, and may or may not be a personal diary. Tacenda ⓒ Jeybenedict, 2018 Cover source: Pinterest