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There’s a girl who mirrors my every move—    it makes me afraid of my own reflection. And if I’m biting time,   then please— _serve me a couple seconds_. I should’ve loved you better, much earlier…   so I’ll be with you in a second. Let me shield my eyes— watching you put on your armour, decorating your smile,  you’re a mouthful of colour. A love picked from the bunch,   too rare not to treat like a flower. First as a friend, protective as kin— even when your salty remarks  mistake pamper for _pepper_. _Your attraction_? In mint condition—      a treat like a peppermint. My skin’s a little tinted, my cries tilt a little sideways— __these long-ass messages__    just to keep you from trailing behind. Smiling beside you, you give me food   for thought, and a kind word on the side. It’s hard to find the genuinely kind.       _But you_? You’re a rare kind— the kind I’d hold on to, if only I knew how.
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Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 5:43 PM UTC
Reflected Kind
I saw her DP, a vision in white, A soft glow, a smile, and the world felt light. That loose strand of hair, falling so free, My mind wished—If that picture was for me? Thoughts swirling, heart skipping a beat, She, in that dress, looked pure, complete. Should I ask, should I dare, What if I seem too much, too rare? A click, a tap, my fingers freeze, I type and delete, hoping to appease. But then, I send it—bold, unwise, "Could I have that picture?" I text, my heart in disguise. A pause—my heart in overdrive, Waiting for her reply, just to survive. Then a message, not from her—but from a friend, I think it's her, my hopes ascend. But no—it’s just a message that’s sent, And I stop, my soul almost bent. For a moment, I lose my way, But wait—she's typing, no more delay. My heart races, like I can’t breathe, What will she say, what will she leave? And then, oh then, it’s there, so bright, She sent the pic, my heart took flight. The moment is mine, the thrill is real, That picture, that smile, it’s the sweetest deal. From hesitation to victory, all in a breath, A rush, a win, a love at its depth.
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:32 PM UTC
The Rush of a Moment