So yesterday's poem and the one the day before, was written in the heat of the moment. The big realization turned out to be a big mistake, rather a misunderstanding. Seems this person always shows up when I least expect it at a moment when I need to hear from him the most.
A turn, a spin
A switch, a change
Emotions unravelled
A changing game.
When I'm on stage
What do you see?
A moment of joy?
Are you proud of me?
No matter what
I do or see
I will always care
About how you look at me.
Will that change?
I don't see how
I love you a lot
Forever and now.
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