1:
All my poems are about her but none of hers are about me.
2:
Brown hair, Brown eyes, she can't see through my disguise.
3:
What occupies your thoughts my dear, at 9 o'clock at night?
Do the stresses of real life my dear, give you a growing freight?
Does the silver glow of the moon my dear, shine upon your skin?
Do you curl inside your blankets my dear, to never stop thinking of him?
4:
She sits alone, continuing to wait,
Like a tiger with an easy peice of bait.
Step by step,
Smelling the cause,
Grip by grip,
Sharpening her claws.
Her pounce is graceful.
She's extremely tough.
My stumble is fateful.
I'm not enough.
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YOU ARE READING
My Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are the random poems I write during English/Free time. I'm also going to use this to teach, remember by adding my personal notes. Also, not all my poems are about people most of them are made up. Hope you enjoy and read at your will.
