I've seen it before with the two,
It should be a beautiful sight to see,
To me it's terrifying as hell,
But they'd never have a clue.
Dark brown almond eyes,
Stare joyously at blues,
Eyes nothing like mine,
That sit there like spies.
Soft pale skin perfect nose,
Has a boy she doesn't want but keeps,
He'll be there for her no matter what,
I'll sit there in a friendly pose.
They say the truth hurts less,
Buy I've known all along,
It should be a wondrous sight,
If I hadn't been apart of this mess.
YOU ARE READING
Just a collection
Poetrythis is just a collection of poems I've written over the years
