On the 3rd of December
Your eyes glinted Amber
And I said it looked better
On you than it did me
But I watched them as she
Walked by
Gave you a ring
A sight for
Sore eyes
Apple of her eye, the quick tongued cupid
She gave you the ring
And you gladly took it
Watch as you accept,
A free spirit, you said
"No one has asked you to marry them before"
You watched as I tore
Maybe I'm just jealous
Maybe I'm too attached
But I watched you as she
Walked by
What a sight for
Sore eyes
She made you so
Mesmerised
While I try
Maybe I'm too attached
Your heart's a canvas,
Not too quick-latched
You accepted her offer,
Now my ring's getting colder
I can share you with her,
I can't ever really hate her
While she's got you Mesmerised
While I try
I wish your eyes weren't Amber.
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Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
