Love Poetry ✓

56.

You're so infatuated with her beauty
It's hard to act shrewdly

I wonder if l'll ever be pretty like her
shes an angel, ethereal and kind
While I sit behind on the sidelines
trying to be her carbon copy

I know, she's the one on your mind
while you're constantly on mine.

Trust me, the irony is not lost.
It's so sickening, some days
I can — barely even talk

Deep sighs,
breathing in and out
willing myself to believe
maybe we're star crossed

But for some reason
maybe it's the place or the time
and the stars just haven't
properly aligned

Everything's getting a bit hazy
and its not a crime but I can't lie
because —
she's my lacy

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