Touching my edges,
Running my fingers
In circles, over my pimples
Biting my swollen lips
Combing my tangled hair
Asking myself
"Are you a girl?"
No classics on,
Just hoodies and socks
Hearing my love songs,
All day, night long
Would you ask me out?
Or are you paralyzed to be seen in a crowd?
I am not a mess, as you see
I am a girl,
Who don't who is she
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoesíaIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
