it happens in the spaces
between your hands,
the rosiness of your cheeks.
when you're laughing, and she cannot take her eyes off of you
you might not see it,
but it's there
growing in the midst of all the stillness.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC
it happens in the spaces
between your hands,
the rosiness of your cheeks.
when you're laughing, and she cannot take her eyes off of you
you might not see it,
but it's there
growing in the midst of all the stillness.
a poem about catching feelings
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