I draw a ragged breath
And come to my senses.
My hands grip the kissing gate
As I pull it open for him.
He gives me
A crooked grin
And acts as though
Nothing happened.
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Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
