I never noticed,
not until now
how soft you hair feels to my touch
it's strange, the days
gone by since we met
and I never noticed how you heal my heart
I know you well,
it seems not by chance
you are all that I yearn for in life
how will I feel
if I never say
and act as though I never noticed?
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i miss friday night dinners.
i like your poem.
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