September 20, 2009
All that I see,
Is a teenage boy
staring right back at me.
His eyes filled with kindness,
A kindness most don’t ever know.
He smiles, his imperfect teeth,
Glowing with perfection.
The butterflies flutter
Around in my stomach
As if there’s something
different about him.

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