Untitled #1A Poem by Allyson Wolfe
Sitting comfortable,
leaning against your shoulder, my head buried against your neck. I find it ever easier to pretend to fall in love with you. It gets easier to pretend, although, my love, you're not the one I'm thinking of, when all I think about is him.
© 2012 Allyson WolfeReviews
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1 Review Added on September 11, 2012 Last Updated on September 11, 2012 AuthorAllyson WolfeAboutI am an 18 year old English major in University and love life's greatest experiences! I try to connect my writing with personal issues/experiences but often find myself straying away from my first i.. more..Writing
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