Yes, it hurts.
Hurts every time you recount your nights,
How the girls were amazing,
But none of them caught your eye,
How none of them were pretty enough.
If I'm glad you talk with me about your life,
It also terrifies me for the day you'll find your enough.
Because I believe I could do the job just right,
If you could only make up your mind.
***I hope you liked my first poem***
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Unedited - Spring
PoetryFrom my heart to you When all of my thoughts don't have any place to go, When I don't know what to feel anymore, I write about YOU. ***This is not a story, it's just poems I write without a lot of thinking, so sorry in advance for all of the mistake...
