I look at you
the way I imagine
the flowers
can't help
but
r e a c h
for the sun.
-I'm sorry for staring
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What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
im sorry for staring
I look at you
the way I imagine
the flowers
can't help
but
r e a c h
for the sun.
-I'm sorry for staring