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*Bryce* Twas at a play, I saw his eyes
sparkling in the dark
the actors were "fantastik"
except the one with the obviuos lisp
I noticed his coldness
and the smoothness of his shoulders
from underneath his shawl
and every so often, I'd glance at his face
when he was off in another mind
Yearning to say something-anything-
that I felt at that very moment
How about "I think about you so much, I've memorized your face. How every crease falls softly down to your laughlines and your eyes light up more and more
everytime you smile."
But no, I couldn't say that.
I'm even scaring myself with these new emotions
And yet, I've never wanted anything so much
Never longed this way for a touch
than I have for this boy.
He makes me happy, just from hearing his voice
echoing on my horizon that never rests
And I never truly have peace in my day
Until I see his face.
