It's one year,
right now.
I fell for you,
but don't know how.
Why did I?
I keep asking myself.
Is it your beauty,
or was it your help?
The help you offered
when I was down.
Was it your strength
or imaginery crown?
You are everything I ever wanted
and everything I'll ever need.
Whenever I see you
I feel like after smoking weed.
Dizzy, my head spinning,
stomach full of butterflies.
I'm so into you,
not really into guys.
Whenever you see me
You're just like "Hey!"
And I have to think
"Oh god, I'm really pretty gay"
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
