I get these urges,
These strong, strong urges,
For what?
Who knows.
I have these thoughts,
These heavy, heavy thoughts,
Of what?
Who knows.
I have these eyes,
These blue, blue eyes,
That've seen how much?
Who knows.
This blonde, blonde hair,
That's been chopped off how many times?
Who knows.
I have this body,
This big, big body,
That's been through what?
Who knows.
Me.
I know.
I wish I didn't,
I wish I didn't see, hear, feel, taste, or even smell any of it.
These strong urges?
Nothing to worry about.
I know you care.
I do too, I think.
I want to.
At least I try,
It's the thought that counts.....right?
YOU ARE READING
My poems with passion
PoetryThis is a book of some of my poems. I don't really share them much but I will for my bae, Gojo. (no not the fictional character, someone I know on an app) Please no hate and please do not steal any of these, I worked hard on these.
