KayyAnn Page Poems

She doesn't understand your beauty like I do. I could just sit and stare at you until I remember every last detail. Because you are art and I could paint 1,000 pictures and write 1,000 lines all about you.

She doesn't see the stories your eyes tell. I would sit and listen to every last one and if you ran out you could tell them all again and again from the beginning.
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Am I wrong for wanting you to stay? I know you're not mine and probably never will be but, I never met a soul as beautiful as yours. This is becoming too much. And now my heart doesn't just drip blood it pours and I don't know if I can handle this pain anymore.

Should I question my sanity for wanting you to leave everything you have for me? I mean I would do it for you, I'd do anything you'd ask me to...
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