If you like her,
tell her.
Don't fuck up her mind by just sitting around.
The looks must be killing her.
The smiles you give her.
The simple hello.
The simple hugs.
They're fucking her up,
and it's killing her.
Just tell her.
Say it.
Forget your friends,
walk to her,
push her hair out her face.
Just cup her cheeks with your hands and
kiss her.
Kiss her until your lips feel raw.
Just kiss her.
And If she doesn't like it,
that was her lost.
Just give it a chance,
please.
I'm that girl,
and I want that chance.
Just kiss me.
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Yearn for You [poems]
Poetryi've gone through shit. this is how i vent. sorry im not perfect. {All Rights Reserved © Narnia Sailor 2013}