And sometimes when I look at you
I feel the urge to cry
I hope you know I love you, though,
I cannot tell you why
And sometimes when you look at me
With that look in your eyes
I wonder if you'd trade me for
That girl up in the skies
And so I smile, pull you close—
Pretend that I'm okay
Because I know I have no words
That I can ever say
I know that it's a silly thought
That he will never choose
So I ignore the tiny voice
That says that I would lose
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
