I see him.
He sees me.
Once a smile spreads across my face I cannot deny,
Don't ask me how,
Don't tell me why.
He's dear to me.
We share laughs, and his eyes are so beautifully mysterious.
I see his walls, but he lets me in.
I love his voice, and smile, and his bashful tendencies.
He's one of the few that put up with me.
I'd never change this for anything.
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Dichotomy
PoesíaThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
