I kiss her back and tangle my fingers in her hair.
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I flash a smile back, "I don't think I've ever heard you sing, come to think of it. I'm sure you're not horrible though. Maybe he just wants to hear your voice."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian