The beautiful smile of yours,
The elegant walk of yours,
The piercing gaze of yours,
The focusing face of yours,
You, in general,
Is the definition of perfection.
Perfection and beauty,
All I wish is to own you,
To love you,
To look at you,
To see you smile for me,
But Oh Dear, I know I can't.
You are like a butterfly,
Beautiful to see, but hard to catch.
You are owned by the other.
-R.X-
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A Piece of Heart in Question
PoetryThis is where I pour my untold feelings in the form of poems. I'm sure a lot of people will relate to this.
