His isn’t the picture that makes me want to revisit them, More like stroll past them, Glance once and think he’s cute, But not my muse, Could never be more than this, Distant memory, Conversations unappealing to me, He’s not that deep, I mean, His physical vocabulary was a
“Let’s just be friends, I’m not interested in much else,” Though that be a lie, One person has my attention, And being honest, my eyes, I find them stimulating, I like talking with them, Yet I’m aware of the restrictions,
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Maybe time exists for me to continue to find myself and follow through, I could be open to love again... “First Impression Falling..”
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