Going beyond a type,
The rolling in my tummy.
The fancy feeling
I get when somone says
my eyes are pretty; is so far like
stars and asteroids light years away.
I feel as though acceptance in me
resembles in one spotting a ufo.
Seems so impossible;
Yes I know, everybody know.
Maybe I’m just saying that to be coy.
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PoetryThe new year may be here. But there are still things that can bring us to the past. A song, a favorite saying from a love one - anything. It doesn't matter what we do to make it great. There are still pieces that are needed to be attached. And in o...
