Bright Blonde hair, shiny eyes
Bluer than mid-summer skies
The most endearing smile
And such classy style
He's a piece of art
And he's got my heart
But I'm scared
And very despaired
Does he like me back?
I'm an insomniac
He just seems so cool
The chance he'll like me is minuscule
He's got a loud, infectious laugh
Impossible to capture in a photograph
He's got a super cheeky wink
It ends my ability to think
Its true, I've fallen for him
And no, it's not on a whim
He listens to me, he's kind
Makes plans like a mastermind
And being so intelligent
He's never once been arrogant
He's just too good to be mine
But with that, I'm not fine
He probably just wants to be friends.
It's probably how the story ends.
So, do I tell him or not?
Can I handle the doom I'll have brought?
But if you see my condition worsen
You know it's Myles Emerson
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This is actually an extremely old poem of mine, when I had just started. In fact, it almost predates what I consider to be my first real poem, A Friend can be your Greatest Foe. I started writing Myles Emerson before I wrote that one. Myles Emerson was actually one of the main characters and the love interest for one of the other main characters in a story I was writing with my old friend. I was fascinated with poetry, so I decided to write one from the perspective of Roselyn Almonds, about this guy. It's not perfect, but I felt like sharing it with you guys
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With love,
Loonazure
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