I try to surpress what I think is vile:
A simple act; my heart beats and it skips.
By standing by the sides, watching you smile,
Always, it brings a curve up to my lips.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryAll I want is for someone to see me. For someone to ask. For someone to know. For someone to help. For someone to try harder than hard enough to break my walls.
