yes i smile, in embarassment
little grrl things im so uncertain
something ive never felt before
and shyness, blushing through my skin.
your laughter, and confusion rises.
what laughter rises from small kisses?
lost, i walk my own soul in contemplation.
Poet: Omi Salavea
read: 92 times Rating:Date: 14 January, 2008
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