She smiled
He smiled back
A twinkle here and a twinkle there
There was chemistry
Don’t know if it was biology
Stomach twirls and somersaults
A hidden look
A caught eye
Pursed lips
Raised eyebrows
No script
No words
All was quite, but
There was a gleeful smile of a cat who ate a mouse
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, women
psychologistmimi 
Hmm… Just
Hmm… Backwards
In Time i Travel
Now
Only
Cheshire
Cat Smiles
Remain Hehe
Dear Miriam Hope
That Doesn’t Weird
You Out me Calling You
By Name Everyone These
Days Seems to Think Someone
Wants Some THING in Return
Just For Being Human Kind…
-Meow…
True it’s
Safer Being
A Cat Particularly
These Days Now in
‘TRumpMaid’ States for Sure…
Yet Sadly Now Still Not Safe
For Female Cats in ‘The Wild’….
Yet Just Remember True White
Knights Write Poetry in ReVerse…
And Everything Else Just Up Side Down..:)
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