Music

I won't sing my favorite song for you,
oh that dear, you'll never know.
The red blush on my cheeks drips off,
like powdered sugar in the rain. 
I forget my problems,
like you.
and I listen, 
for a call to something,
someone,
somewhere,
forever? 
 

raincity

NY

16 years old

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    like energy 

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    and hope

     

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    Beginning in the pit of her stomach

    And spreading to each limb

    Coating her in feeling 

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    you are every eyebrow raise

    every smile

    frown 

    and concealed smirk 

    you can't help but show 

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    when observing you