Poems Quote #6500061
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he dresses comfy, his hair; disheveled and black like his eyes.


 

he 

dresses comfy, his hair; disheveled and black like his eyes.

being around him,

i felt my loose hands clench.

 my skin blew up with fire and the song of spring

traced along the winter air that intensified as our gaze almost embraced..

i sometimes purse my lips and other times,

i laugh so loud that i can't hear.his breaths of ease and insecurity.

we seem nervous and silent like

everyone else. But we are enigmatic and

bold and speak through moving eyelids.

 

he is a   boy

 and a little bit more.


 

 

 

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posted December 14, 2012 at 10:24pm UTC tagged with poems

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