Hidden Behind My Back

The lazy works of a daydreaming teen.

You can stare at something for hours on end.

Your checks may not blush

Or its colour even slightly deepen.

But to stare at something for quiet sometime

You can be sure, it will not show its true self.

It would take time, time not easily found,

To open something up,

To gain trust that can only be found rarely by accident.

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