Standing still
You see the cascade of gold
flowing from the most beautiful place
To see it clearly
You must pause for a moment
But always at your own paceTake a deep breath
Leave the evil behind
Focus on all things beautiful
Then look ahead
At her golden cascade
And feel your faith's revivalShe looks at peace
With the world around her
Filled with war and despair
But there is still beauty
Even in small things
Like her golden cascade of hairThis fact
She knows
She can see it too
All around her
Not herself
But the old and the newThe flowers and trees
And the clouds and the rain
The beautiful world around her
But she's sees nothing in herself
But 'miserable old me'
Even as her crystal eyes shimmerI wish I could tell her
How beautiful she is
Without seeming like I'm in love
But maybe I want to be
More than friends
Kiss her as the rain falls from aboveThe way I feel
She'll never feel the same
For so many others can relate
I'm into girls
And I love her so
But she is most probably straight
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Poetry 'n Shit
PoetryJust poetry and things of that sort. Read if you want. Don't read if you don't want to.