How I Really Feel

April 25, 2009
By Anonymous

I love your
see through blue eyes,
how you talk like a poem,
the way you laugh at everything,
shaking your shaggy dirty blond hair out of your face,
you don’t walk, you stroll along like you own the place
hands in pockets, not a care in the world.
And yet,
you never let anyone in, not even me
and you won’t talk about anything serious
because you’re a big tough guy.
But I loved how your arms felt around my waist,
and the way our fingers would interlock
and the way you use to look at me,
like I was the only girl in your world

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