Tag: her

knew the love

I knew she is in love with me. Some people can’t describe what they see but I know that look. I know her eyes are on me as I am engrossed in papers and sketches. She knows the shade of lipstick I wear because she always asks me what brand

Her

I think of her every day.   The way she eats salad. A sloth can eat faster. The way her hands are so small it felt like a toddler held my hand. so soft yet firm Her happiness so wild, acute, dangerous, divine. You could say the exact same about her

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