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Poetry

Every story deserves to be told just as everyone has the right to live. This just happens to be my story. *A collection of 50 poems*

Him.

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by Watson98

by Watson98

One look at you,
and my heart skips two.

When you look another way,
I study your face, as one might say.

I take in the beauty of your skin,
and the way you breathe in.

The way the lashes on your eyes,
twirl up to reveal mixture night skies,

and the way your eyes slightly light up
like a child seeing a cute little pup

when you're in your happy place,
revealing also a smile on your face.