Maybe it’s all just a phase,
Thinking I love you in so many ways.
I say "I love you," my words sincere,
But does it mean love when the meaning’s unclear?
I love you at home, but in school, I stray,
Ignore your presence, push you away.
Feel nothing near you, yet far, I ache,
Confused by feelings I just can’t shake.
A whirlwind of emotions, wide and blue,
No answers found, no solid clue.
Still, I long for you—what can I do?
Caught in this storm that’s breaking through.
Each night, you linger in my dreams,
A haunting pull, or so it seems.
I wish to stop, to let this fade,
But these feelings linger, unafraid.
For all we have are fleeting streams,
Of mixed emotions and restless dreams.
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Tears Of Love
PoetryThis poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
