A candle you blow to make a wish on your birthday, a bubble that pops after floating a little way, the string from your shirt that sticks out and annoys you every step of the way.
A feeling you know will fade away, so temporary and stealthy that way. These things I'd like to compare to you, the way you are, I hate you.
The way you're calm, as if you don't care, the way you give me advice, that's befitting and fair. Your ever compelling gaze, and the way you stare in open space, it always puts me in a daze. 3,2,1. Escape.
The feeling of the scent of fall, before winter takes its toll, the sight of sundown before darkness befalls. You were Soo good, too kind, your entirety, heart and mind. The way you were painted in my mind.
Frankly, the way you drive me mad, and somewhat kind of glad. The way you are I hate you.
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Impossible Admiration
PoetryThese are some of my random original works of all the times I felt like I wanted to express myself and my raw feelings, This is simply like reading my diary, contained are which my heart and mind.
