He doesn't approach,
Like I want him to.
He just stares.
She says to forget.
That guys,
Just aren't worth it,
But he is something.
He's something I want.
Something I need,
But if he doesn't feel that way,
If he doesn't need me,
Than I must leave.
I must ignore how I feel,
Because if he doesn't want me,
Than I am just an irritating,
Annoying,
Bug.
I don't want to be a bug,
I want to be love.
Now,
It is up to him,
To decide if he,
Needs me,
Wants me,
Loves me.
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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...
