When I was 18, I met a boy named Harry,
His smile was so sweet, his eyes shined like a fairy.
He bumped into me completely unaware,
That he melted my heart with his deep green stare.
When I was 19, I kissed a boy named Harry,
His lips were so soft and tasted like cherry.
He told me he loved me and proved it was true,
He always sang, "You're perfect Lou."
When I was 20, we became stars,
That's when I noticed his hidden scars.
I promised him he would always be in my heart,
They gave me a girlfriend to keep us apart.
When I was 21, I barely talked to Harry,
His green eyes and shining smile became wary.
He spoke his hidden works on his body with ink,
He washed away his tears by having too many drinks.
When I was 22, no one talked to Harry,
He lived alone while I was forced to marry.
His hurt grew and he kept his feelings hidden away,
Although he smiled for the cameras each and every day.
When I was 23, there was no Harry,
His green eyes no longer shined like a fairy.
He always did love me and proved it was true,
His final words, he wrote, "You're still perfect Lou."
~Anonymous~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
