Things I wish I had….

I look at his eyes,

I look at his lips. 

There’s something in that face that I want;

There’s something in that face that I wish were mine. 

Is the the blue depths of those eyes?

Or the plushness of those lips?

I stare like a creep shamelessly, 

Taking quite a while to figure out. 

It’s not the eyes, but the determination in that gaze,

It’s not the lips, but the kindness in that smile: 

That I wish were mine. 

That I wish were mine

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