He says he likes music,
And he says he likes me,
But what does he mean,
When he says like?
Liking music is liking a song.
It helps us get through our emotions,
Or let them out.
Music is the only thing,
That knows what he feels,
But I'd like to think,
That I know him better than his music does.
When he says he likes music,
He looks calm,
Relaxed,
And his eyes are bright.
That is a rarity.
When he says he likes me,
It comes out in clumps of incomprehensible words,
And his cheeks turn bright red,
And he looks away,
And I feel like a song,
That he rarely listens to.
I do not know him enough,
To understand what he means,
When he says I should leave.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoetryLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
