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Well, does he?

My face get red,

my hands get hot,

My arm-pits are dripping wet.

And all this time,

hidden in my head,

all I think is,

well does he?

I know I do,

I know I'm true,

but I don't know,

Does he love me too?

— Maverick, Feb 22, 2008

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Country/Region: USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen Dunn, Robert Frost, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, Tom Wayman

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poewriter58

18 years 3 months ago

More substance

This is a good beginning idea for a poem but I feel it is missing substance however there question is a good one , try building on that more Chrys
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fthillsboomer

18 years 3 months ago

I liked this

Concise and much to the point. One thing, if you're going to be stingy with words then every one will be more scrutinized. Don't you mean my face GETS red in the first line. Maybe just a typo? Anyway I got an image of a girl saying this to herself and that works for me. Perhaps a series of these poems in progression would answer more questions?
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Tragic_Bliss

18 years 3 months ago

liked it

it reminded me of something in my freshmen years but it was a she and i was working out so i was drippin in sweat but i loved it so keep writing.:P$DEY KNOW$