love, poetry

Sneaking through

There’s something in the way you lean back

The way you snuck through and found only one crack

Peering through and waiting for the day

That I would step forward to see what you say

Words for us and words for you and most importantly for me

I began to feel loved, my self, and a new kind of free

The way you lean back and look at my eyes

Erases every time I received a new pack of lies

The browns, and golds, and hazels in your gaze

You are a never-ending, beautiful, complicated maze


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