the best secrets pass through the eyes;
i know i told you plenty with mine.
i was hoping that you'd see them.
i guess i was hoping that you'd keep them.
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i'll just go on, trying to forget, i suppose.
i won't remember the little things.
i'll just go on, not lingering on the way your eyes liked to linger on mine.
i won't remember what made me stay.
i'll just go on, trying to get the soft curve of your smile out of my head.
i won't remember what made me smile back.
but in my forgetting i'll just go on like always, lingering over the little things
that made me stay; that made me smile.
i won't forget you.
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[a few poems]
Poetry"i liked everything about him. the way he walked, the way he smiled, the way he laughed. i liked it all. i never told him though. i guess that's why he thought it was alright to let me go."