When I let myself

I linger

on the windows into your soul.

Wishing you could be read like pages

instead of intuition.

Where I should be nervous

I find only waiting

too much thought to dwell, properly,

on how frightened I should be,

if it  happens.

You feel like

the home I haven’t found yet.



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I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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