I used to never see her
With laughter and smiles
She would always sit or stand alone
Her loneliness seeping for miles
I talked to her once
Then twice.
Then every lesson together.
Then every day.
She's a wonderful woman
Of elegance and grace
Her own beauty and kind expressions
Were difficult to face
Her features were mesmerising
Fit perfectly into place
Her personality was intoxicating
Fierce enough to drive me into a craze
I truly loved her, back then
And I've moved on from her now
But if she asked me to marry her
I'd still say yes without a doubt
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts to Poems
PoesiaWriting whatever I'm thinking about as poetry, which hopefully explains the stupid title. Kep in mind, all of these will be as trash as the one I made for the cover. Some of these will be really specific. Just ignore that.
