Kid

Still attached the the nice guy

Always falling victim to the beautiful eyes

Never watching for the signs

Thoughts now plagued

Imagination flooded with dreams

Awakened by the electricity of his touch

Gentle and no true meaning

Overtures to me, his voice

This poem is about: 
Me

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