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and I still own every crystal clear memory
of every arbitrary kiss you unexpectedly
left on my lips.
Novenber 28 2014
Charles Hamouth
inspired by: nmiller14 Why nobody wants to see me? I mean of course they look at what they choose to look But just at my face and not my mind They see my skin tone and my demeanor And think it'll be easy to perceive me as a hoodlum based on my d
I am the cold hard truth
The innocence that defines my youth
The carried weight of the two
Their love and care give me value
She lies in bed with me at night,
She pushes me to fight,
She’s the fire that ignites,
And inspires me to write,
She says everything will be alright,
And from the mirror looks into my eyes,
