Distracted, though I was
It was your story that sent my mind spiraling
Somehow just your melodic voice
Talking about your day or how you're feeling
Renders me helpless
Against my ever fleeting thoughts
Caring, though I am
Truthfully, my mind was floating somewhere
Else I'd recite your story, but
Distracted so I was, by your deeply captivating eyes
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Bethany Larson
I'm a recent college grad who studied Cinema and Linguistics, and I enjoy using the medium of writing to to express my ideas and learn more about the world
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