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You are always there,
Whether I want to see you or not.
You are always within in my vision,
Your perfect form.
Everytime you come near,
I am unable to contain myself
And I flatter
A smile,
Biting my bottom lip
In nerves.
It's an old habit
That's never left.
Sometimes you
Greet me,
And then I bite my lip
Again,
Waving my fingers,
Abashedly.
How sweet you are,
I think to myself.
Maybe he likes me?
I wonder,
And bite my lip,
Thinking it's the only way,
To keep calm.
Whenever you come near
My teeth digs into
The skin,
A comfort for
My nerves.
After a day,
I go home and look,
Noticing,
How red my lips are.
Touching the bottom lightly,
I smile to myself
Because
My lips are red when I think of you.