In Love- The Perspective Of A Teenage Girl - Poem by Gabrielle Smith
I am sitting, so is he.
where he was yesterday?
My name is called.
I do not notice.
I am emersed...
He turns around.
And grins, at me.
I allow the corners of my mouth.
To turn up in a small smile.
While the insides of my stomach,
I keep this secret of mine.
From prying eyes,
In my heart.
The secret of love.
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