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Here I am again
thinking of you.
I know I should be aware of my thoughts
redirect them to anything that isn’t
the idea of you.
But my mind goes back to your hands on me
your eyes on me
your voice when you say my name aloud.
What am I?
Some school girl with a crush she can’t control?
You enter the room and I look for your eyes.
There you are again,
present.
I see you and feel like giving you the world
just to know you are happy.
If I could just be sure
how things are going to end up.
But what would be the fun in that, huh?
So
here I am again
thinking of you.
About the Creator
GB Rogut
Jack of all trades, mistress of poetry. Mexicana. Bi. Autistic. She/Her. You can support me on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/musingabout or visit my tree https://linktr.ee/GbRogut


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