I've never felt so nervous,
yet never so at home
as when you'd help me tag along,
instead of sitting all alone.
Never pushed, but always pulled
to hang out with your friends.
Helping me be comfortable
and sometimes even make amends.
There's something here between us.
What it is, I'm not too sure.
But I do know I don't want things to go back
to how they were before.
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The ways of love (#WATTYS2020)
PoetryHere are some original (unless otherwise stated) poems about the many different forms of love/types of relationships. Feel free to use these poems as inspiration for and/or rhymes, lullabies, etc. in your own stories. All I ask is that you tag me...
