Anonymous writer

Rookie [Anonymous writer] (1995)

A Poem For Her.

I'm starting to like you more and more every day,
my name is what I long for you to say.
since I told you exactly what I feel,
do you believe what I'm saying is actually real?

Sometimes when I am alone I like to think,
why is it that the thought of you makes me shrink?
why does my body react in fright?
why do I crumble at your very sight?

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