the bus ride home will always show you who the introverts are. or at least, for those who are looking.

one day I was walking upside down.
tiptoeing on clouds,
blowing bubbles,
smelling the air.

there was a lake flowing through the sky,
and you were drifting in a boat writing poetry..
about how much you loved me.

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when my smile disappeared.
and in its place; a bridge of disappointment.

its gone, all of it.

i have a dirty little secret.

minus the dirty.

(:

Thanks alot.

I can't cry for anything upsetting;
only for happiness.

I may be a single invertebrate; composed of skin and bones,
and my heart may be a simple organ, only used for breathing; not for witholding my deepest feelings..

but I still have those feelings.
DON'T EVER FUCKING FORGET THAT I HAVE FEELINGS.

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