so um,i like your shit-
i mean your shirt..i like your eyes when they look at mine
but i look away every timeyou look so pretty tonight
notthatyou'renotprettyonaregularday
i just wanted to say it
cause damn, the moon..your beauty outshinesand you've got- you've got nothing on the stars
behind you, i have no clue where they are
and i'd like to kiss your lips when you're off-guard
but i'd miss the taste if you pulled away and sped off in your car
i want to tell you that you make me want to barf
but that'd make this whole thing more awkward
so i'll say something from my heart
what's up with the weather?
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Such A Delicate Thing
Poetrya collection of poems about my sensitivity and contradictory