Sunday, October 24, 2010

Poem #37

I love your eyes
with their ever-changing hues.
I love that you love me
even if it's just a ruse.

I love the turned up curls
at the corners of your smile.
I'm glad that you've loved me
even if just for a while.

There's my famous insecurity rearing its ugly head.

I'm really shocked at how many of these are love poems! If you're sticking around waiting for something that doesn't fit into that category, I admire your persistence. We'll get there. Eventually.

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