what a silly little thing
this poem is
it's just random words i forged together
they will never look as good as...
well, as good as you do
you,
wearing a dress which just might be my new favorite
you,
offering me another cup of tea
(yes, i'd like to stay a little longer)
you,
sitting there, looking at me like you'd do anything to see me smile again
(i know you'd do, i can hear it when you talk)
there's just one thing you wouldn't do
and that's the thing i need the most
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