Her
She, she is the one who I struggle to say her name. She, she is the one that I wish was mine but heart has already been stolen by one who ignores her even though she deserves better. This is my small description. This girl is like a tree with bloomed flowers on a tree being moved by wind.. Beautiful or like the night sky always something and always amazing. She loves me but not in that way but I can't tell if I love her... I was told by a man that all men are pigs and 99% of the time out of a woman we first see the want for sex well the thing with this is she must be that one percent because I don't want her body to be mine I don't want her for those reasons.. I can't tell if I love her or if she's just that amazing that I can't even know what to feel and the fact that I could never deserve doesn't help. She's blind to the fact of how I feel and She's been so close to knowing but hasn't. Her smile can make my day brighter her words are like poetry that has never been heard and her actions are just so adorable.. She may never see her how I do and she may never find out my secret on how I feel about her but still all this remains.. Maybe one day since life does strange and unexpected things I will know how to feel and maybe she and I will work..
