Puppy Love
you walk away from her
holding hands
your arm, my waist
my head, your chest
we dance
for a moment
left in a trance
I look up at you
you look down at me
let go
im still holding on
your back with her
holding hands
my eyes
filled in jealousy
soul.. bursting with envy
you stand beside her with such ease
while Im still trying to put the puzzle together...
-you're such a tease-
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