The Tips Turn,
They Turn, Twirling,
When your lips,
Smile at me,
I lose myself,
Starting at that smile,
Pure happiness,
Your eyes,
Dancing and laughing,
Yet here I am,
In so much awe,
Wishing I could do the same.
Usually I end up growling
Or baring all my teeth,
Scaring them all!
This is the space were I ramble, talk, write poetry and say what ever crosses my mind!
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