{My} heart stopped
And skipped
At the same time
{I }liked the rush
Of not being in control
But knowing exactly how {I} feel
Maybe she'll never know {my} name
And maybe {I} will never matter to her
But maybe that doesn't matter
But in this picture
in this moment
She is so lovely
And {I} am broken.
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Her Blue Dress: A Collection (Watty's 2019 Winner)
PoesiA collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.
