When the innocence in her smile shines upon me, I can feel. The overly joyous feeling of love. It hadn't left like people told me it would. I still feel like a kid who had been gifted a new toy. Like one that can play without the weight of the world. She replenishes my heart and sight, for I can feel and see when she is with me.
And for without her, my sight is blurred, and my heart in shackles.
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Her
PoetryIt's her. It can only be her. My desperation has struck new limits for this girl. There are a lot of odds against us. The undeniable attraction. The pain of not being able to touch one another. The scare of our future. And the uncertainty of whether...
