The Look
Stephen kissed me in the Spring. Robin in the Fall
But Colin only looked at me and never kissed at all
Stephen's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play
But the kiss in Colin's eyes haunts me night and day
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I know my poetry seems depressing but it is the best way to purge the bad emotions and keep my sanity. Most of these were written long ago.
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