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You are
so right that it feels wrong
like citrus fruit in January
you are my siren song
sour becomes something sweet
when you linger on it for too long.
This is the perennial bane:
much of life is unsettled
an unwelcome  situation
faced by most people
I found him late;
beautiful voice,
handsome face,
every sound I ever wanted
already sung.

He seemed kind.
Alive.

Then I read the ending.
So young.
So long ago.

And I just sat there,
stupid,
like it still mattered.
if you can guess who this is about you win a cookie
I want to whisper,
In your heart, so perfectly,
Beating within you.
Stolen glances across the room
Smiles that manage to hide our thoughts-
Our feelings

During the day I act okay
Just a friend, student, brother
But as soon as I’m out of the public eye
I come running back to you

The warmth pulls me closer-
Making hours feel like seconds
And even if the moments you’re gone feel just as long-
I treasure the time we have

I’m hidden from society
But believe me when I say
I’m living the dream
And it’s because you’re in it
sleep , so elusive
the night filled with endless thoughts
twisted lullabies.
nature has such a mellifluous sound
birds chirping to one another
branches swaying in the wind
streams trickling down the ground
nature has such a mellifluous sound
mellifluous: (of a voice or words) sweet or musical; pleasant to hear
a girl with books
wobbling as she tries to balance them
she cant be older than seven

A boy in the adult mystery section
repeating to himself
"I need a boys book not a girls book"

A mother with her two children
following her like ducklings
leaving havoc as they pass

A girl and her mom
reading aloud
in the middle of the cooking isle
I love the library
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