Do you love these little things I do
That I seem to do only around you
Because even though so much time passed
You make my breath shallow, my heart beat fast
And all sense leave until I act the fool
Not that I ever passed for cool
Even before you threw my world off kilter
And helped my mind forget its filter
When I share more than I probably should
Like no one else ever knew I could
Another day. Another poem. Another quarantine. Nope. Same quarantine.
New psychosis?
Maybe?
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