Was it the first day you caught my eyes,
was it really feeling that nice.
I never noticed your eyes
but now it feel like its been for a while.
How easily you caught my mind,
now you are up in my head,
you became a dream that never let me sleep,
you became the one whom i look in the crowds.
its funny when you are the only thing i write in my books,
when i am barely something that you would write.
One day, we may be laughing ,
thinking how funny of us to never see each other,
Maybe one day i may laugh ,thinking how sad it was to see you with someone.
It still hurts , but it doesn't matter,
maybe its just a mere crush .
YOU ARE READING
Loud Scream !
Poetry' ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ' - ᴀɴɴᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴋ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴜᴘs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ - ʟᴀᴠ.ᴇɴᴅ.ᴇʀ
