I'm not good at poetry but this is something i thought up. i don't really care if anyone reads it.... You touch and hope your hand isn't sweaty
You speak and hope your words come out right
You smell....what is it? Ah cherry blossom
You look and hope they don't realize how often
You can not taste. Not yet
You hear everything they say
You think about them always.
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~* Despite our differences *~
**i like boyes!**