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You're looking at me.
And you're smiling.
And suddenly everything is so bright.
Your innocence slips trough your mouth.
We are children again.
I take out my tongue to mock you.
But your eyes are so bright that I can't.
And in the middle of this,
there's no way I can write anything down.


When you look at me.
And I look back I realize I hate you.
For making me feel weak when you're around.
Weak and strong at the same time.
I hate our diferences.
How you are perfect and how I'll never be.
I hate how your brown orbs travel to find mine.
How in a shy glance I know all you want to say.


There's a sound. Your laugh.
And there's no way I can write anything down.


(previously posted on February 17th, 2013)