Are Feelings Real?
Across the room he sees her reading text
Until she looks at him with coffee eyes
And stares at him like walls where sit the flies.
Surprises him with what she would do next
She could not know on him what were effects:
The flutter of his heart to realize
Her voice like hundred quiet butterflies
Shyly he asks, with him eat some Tex-Mex?
How cute, she is, like an oversized elf.
Attracted, he admits, since they first met.
But yet he cannot help but ask himself:
Uncertain is the mind of his target?
Though in his arms she seems to throw herself
A hope he hopes they never will regret.
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I exist. Most of my poems here are also posted on DeviantArt under my username "snickiedude". Since I frequent DeviantArt way more than I do here, they all will appear first on DeviantArt and then about every six months I'll come dump a bunch of sonnets and stuff here.
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