Cringe Poems i wrote

Echoes of Desire

I've gotten used
to recieving,
this thing called love
I'm percieving.

Feelings i thought
have started to subside,
somewhere within me
it still resides.

Who are you to me?
I don't know.
Still, your eyes seek
my presence, no?

I would live forever
in your facade.
Sorrow, i get, or joy
either will suffice.

If i could start it over
i'd rather knew
how i look
from your point of view

My vision, I love the most,
It's my favourite.
I can take in your sight,
i can savour it.

hey its your cringe poet
i do write poetry
other than writing cringe fanfics
ok so like
the credits for the title goes to my old english teacher
i cant believe he actually read this shi oml
crying
im gonna kms after this
published this bc my daughter insisted
and yes the plant named "devil's tree" exists and idk wgy i put that there