His ... Smile
It's the way I look at him, the way he smiles back...
but I don't know how to feel, will I forever be confused about these chills?
I look down and wonder...
Who means the most, who's love means more?!
It's the way that I look at him, it's the way he smiles back...
Hmph... What does this really mean?! I know its not love, well is it?
No.
Standing at the door... Not desiring to walk through.
Fear...?
No.
I'm just very unsure.
All I know is... that smile...
It's the way he looks at me, the way he catches my eye.
Sometimes I fight myself,
Try and fix myself...
but now... I'm stuck.
So, I go through the side door never look back at the front porch...
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