I wanted her auburn hair, her blue eyes.
The way she lured people to her, never knowing why.
I wanted the flowers she got, and the love letters she'd recite.
The more I yearned to be her, the more I DIED.
Maybe it wasn't her life I wished or her petite figure.
Maybe it was just a simple touch of your hand on her waist, she'd blush about.
Or maybe the romantic letters you'd write that she'd tell us about.
It was always her you were talking about and all I could do was listen and play the part.
From the way you called her 'Love' to the way you kissed her heart.
I was there to witness it all and I knew it tore me apart.
I knew my love for you wasn't a joke and that I felt more then her.
If only I was her, I'd tell you all the unspoken words.
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EMPTINESS
PoetryI write to forget about this world and imagine myself with my favourite persons and feel in love and loved. I'm not a professional but I try my best. This is just some of my works I've done. I finally had the guts to post them. Please share love if...
