sporadic tales of the youth

quatre.

iv. maybe it's 'cause i couldn't tell you the things i wanted to say.
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-/she wants to speak up, yet the words she longs to release are lodged deep within her throat./

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they say this poem is supposed to be about your special someone,
so honestly, even i don't why i based this on you
i mean, everyone's special in their own way, regardless of what they've done
well, maybe it's 'cause you're you, and you make me smile too.

i don't do lengthy descriptions regarding your "utmost glory"
nor do i rant about what i feel;
that's actually pretty corny.
to me, you're just who you are, special or not,
and well, maybe i just do like you a lot.

i know this poem isn't all that grandiose, and neither am i,
well, i'm sorry for being this awkward, alright?
but hey, at least i'm telling you what i actually feel
so...thanks for the experience, and for just being real.

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