Smirk
I find it a bit problematic
that she inspires me,
whenever the quiver of that smirk
stirs in my body
I reach for the keyboard
and wish to try and write
a masterpiece poem
that captures the swirl of emotions
I feel for her.
But like all things
that whisper the muse of creation
the feelings of reserving myself
do tend to drive me into madness
as I stand in front of her
in the borders of wanting to take a step back
or a few steps closer
and get a proper look
at that god damn smirk.
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