My poetry:
So Young...
It's juvenile, I know. Yet it continues.
The things you do, the words you say.
You see my blushes, hear my nervous laughter.
Yet it continues.
You tickle me, or touch me lightly.
You drive me insane, confessing your undying
love for me, tell me you love me, hug me tightly.
You tell everyone constantly how much you want
me. I can't
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