I want to write I want to speak But I cannot seem to find the words My mind is white My head is blank Like the canvas on which I type on Easy to fight Hard to hold back I cant deny that this is all strong But speak I must Else It'll be lost …

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She asked me why I love staring at her. I told her it's because her eyes are the one place I feel secure. My mind is at ease whenever she looks at me Because I stare back into the most beautiful colour of brown I've ever seen.