My mind is a mess
it can't seem to stop
the thoughts of her that
flash through my very eyes
throughout the day
from when I wake
to when I lay
and let sleep rest on my lids
it's not her image, I've yet to know her own
but the essence I've barely skimmed
that draws on my strings
Days upon days
I look towards
those moments of when we speak
share a laugh or two
from playful banter
our daily lives
to deeper words
clear frowns
and silent smiles
Often I find myself wondering
whether she returns my sentiments
despite her own
that once rendered her cripple
or if my thoughts would ever
find a calm
with no racing thought
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Poetry Compilation
PoetryJust a compilation of poems I write at random. Each part is a different Poem. I'll keep posting more if I ever feel like sharing something, so tune in for new poems!
