Outside loves door,
I sit and wait outside loves door, She evades, Too shy to step outside, hiding Beneath covers Cheekily she peeks though closed windows So mystical, She opens the door a smidgen, Then slam, And with a murmur she’s gone again, Leaving me, Alone.
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cdkiwi
Old enough to think I should know better, young enough to constantly make mistakes, that will probably never change. Overly sencitive, slightly romantic, broad minded and easygoing. Poetry is something I never played with until life thru me some...
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