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The thought of you, for me -
bad boy, good girl,
I'm not the one to be...
at least,
it goes without saying
that pretty things
always catch
my eye,
but how to connect
as opposites,
a love
at the tender mercies of
your heart, against my own insecurities,
these awkward butterflies
longing to be dragonflies,
you seem so perfect and out of reach
that I could die happy just trying
to sweep you off your feet,
and perhaps
that's romance,
watching me fumble,
over the lengths that I would go to
just to show you that I'm sweet,
the effort of my endeavors
for just the chance to see
your smile, and all things in between
the thought of you,
for me.
