HIM
When I talk to him
I see a sparkle in his eyes
Lips so full
Freckles dotted across his nose
I see a sparkle in his eyes
Ginger hair falling in his eyes
Freckles dotted across his nose
Hands so soft
Ginger hair falling in his eyes
Lips so full
Hands so soft
When I talk to him
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OMG
I haven't looked at this since I wrote it.
I just edited this and oh my God I sound so...
Just.
Oh my God
Is it just me or do I sound desperate?
I can't believe I wrote this. I still remember who it was about.
I can't believed I liked him.
Oh, by the way it's 12:59 AM right now.
I should be asleep.
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Poems By A Depressed Girl
PoetryWell, recently I have been writing poems and I thought it would be a good idea to post them on here. Please no hate. Please don't copy any of my poems. I have taken time on most of these to express my feelings. So please don't take them. Some of the...
