A freckle past a hair
That I noticed was there
Blanketing a beautiful face
That I know keeps me grounded in this place
And enthusiastic tone
That reminds me I’m not alone
Like free flowing red petals
That revitalize my vitals
She walks in… we lock eyes…
I countdown… to our demise…
A hair past a freckle
That always makes me smile
When I toss and turn at night
I find myself looking for her light
An always welcome tone
That reminds me I’m not alone
I watch her go, and I come back
While this pit grows in my stomach
I walk out… no goodbyes…
I watch at a distance, my demise…
That sweet and delicate smile
That keeps me going all the while
A girl that wants me to follow
And I can’t help but feel hollow
Suddenly she doesn’t like my tone
And I’m reminded that I’m all alone
To sleep perchance to dream
While I’m wishing things were what they seem
It happens again… no words just tries…
They watch but can’t understand my demise…
She wants me, but I don’t want her
I guess I get what I deserve
I want her, but she doesn’t want me
I guess neither of us can truly see
Three rings, one more and we get the tone
And if we just picked up we wouldn’t be alone
And if we just gave up we would see
That if it’s good, it’s not meant to be
She walks in… we lock eyes…
It happens again… count down to our demise…
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1 comment:
This poem makes you sound like a bum. You should start a learning confectionery skills. I ended up not finishing my homework until 5am that night. I didn't feel like barging in on a bunch of hungover males. Sorry. I WILL get that tupperware after my finals. Wish me luck they are scarey *Cries like a sissy*
-Sociopath
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