was it his brood shoulders?
the way he walks?
or the way he looks at me with those eyes?
the way they light up when he smiles.
his laugh, I can never get out of my head.
how he never fails to put a smile on my face.
how he looks at me from a distance, not knowing I do the same.
the memories of us together.
laughing, smiling,
he takes my breath away, not knowing the effect he does to me.j.m
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The Side You Never See
PoetryThe poems of a young girl who wishes everything that she wrote about was real.