Late-night confessions #2
The slow burn of embarrassment.
Our eyes are the windows to our souls.
Get to know the me behind the screen #9
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when you think of a poem late at night dressed in nothing but a bandana in the middle of winter with no heating... and it ends up being pretty blissful...
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hi , here's a short poem before my holiday one . hope you enjoy .
DO NOT BE THE PERSON THAT YOUR NOT... IF PEOPLE DON'T WANT YOU ARE YOU...IT'S NOT YOUR LOSS IT'S THEIRS... :)
Shyly yet confident she said, On a wednesday, tell me you love me
Why are we the way we are?
are you in love with them? or are you not?