She's beautiful...
She's lovely...
She's everything that oh so funny.
She's great...
She's in love...
She's the one that God gave from above.
She's... my best friend.
Problems are like buses that passes by,
She tugs herself down and don't wanna try.
She's petrified and did not fight,
She's sunk by her tears and never gripped on tight.
Jealous and lies in her eyes,
Inside her room you will hear the sound of her cries.
She thinks she lose hope,
But she's wrong and just try to cope.
She didn't listen and just keep on pretending,
All by herself with anxious heart she maintains on mending.
We sent her messages but no reply,
Then misery in our hearts and brains going to fly.
We want to hug and to see her once more,
The same atmospheres and smiles just like before.
We've been so worried and no any news,
She's still in our hearts and don't want to lose.
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PoetryPoems. Poetry. Here I exist, too. There is not much of a wonder in these works, but then again, I offer you the thoughts of a human who gets sad, happy, mad, crazy, broken, ignored, pretentious, and most especially who falls in love and falls out of...
