Seeing you walking with another,
Talking and laughing,
Happily with another,
How it crush this dearest loving heart of mine to pieces.
I wish it is me standing proud beside you my dear,
Creating happy memories,
As we share it while we walk down the hallway.
How I wish I'm the one you choose.
But Oh my dear Noir,
You are divine and bewitching,
I know I can't be the one with you,
Nor do I have a chance.
How did she catch that pure heart of yours my dear Noir?
-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.
