Beautiful, bright-eyed, boy-
can't you see the way you smile
makes me want to scream-
the way you twist your hair
and tug your sleeves-
It makes me wonder
how you see me?
With my unfortunate grins
and un-feminine charms-
my ripped jeans
and charcoal lids.
I loathe myself for wondering-
could we ever be?
~helpimfeelingthings
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My Only Language is Words
Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
