Behind Her Keyboard
I'm falling,
Like the bangs on her forehead
And when she blows it up
It's me that's being blown away
Such pure white skin, I can't resist
To near a reasonable distance
Enough to see her deep in her soul
Enough to muster a normal conversation
Because to me she is
A star in broad daylight
A nightingale in chaos fields
A butterfly in my garden of thoughts
Blurry it may as I do this
Yet this is my only way of expression
How one day I hope she reads this
As I type behind her keyboard
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