The Things You Say To Me
the things you say to me.
they’re almost vulgar, yet they inspire me.
how do you make me feel?
you touched my chin
i didn’t know how to react.
smoke clouds and words
the best combination.
i can tell you’re a good person
by the way you notice me.
did you let your fingers linger on mine?
or am i just high
euphoria is what they call it
not falling, just treading smoke
keeping up
allowing my smile to unfold at
the things you say to me.
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