Her eyes,they seem to shine when she smiles, her laugh brightens up the world,which is my world.
She notices me which is a relief, but I hope she dreams of me when she sleeps.
Poetry helps me think, express my mind. On this pencil & paper I have endless time.
To draw up a conclusion of why I feel this way, because when you give people your all they never stay.
We accept the ones that neglect
us, but somehow we ignore the ones that
want to perfect us & protect us. But why? Maybe it's because we give people that mean the world to us infinite chances,hoping they will choose us in one, because we know that the ones we ignore will be there when it's done.
So we put them in our pocket,for a rainy day,while we chase the ones who just think
we're in the way. They don't care for us & we know that. Still we seem to be driven by it, by someone being hard to love.
We want a fight, & that is why we chase. We run at a fast
pace only to be put back in place by the person that doesn't want anything to do with us. I will always ask why...
-ZD
