I see him everyday
But never talk to him,
Fearing that he might go away
And make my world go dim.
But I don't want to show him
That he is what I want,
I feel like I'm on a rim,
Where anytime I can fall.
Our status is not that rigid
That I can fix it,
People may call me psychic
But I can't help it.
But someday he will apologise,
And kneel down in front of me,
And I would feel the sweetness after this spice,
That he had given me.
And then we will be together,
My hand in his,
Living happily forever,
After this stormy breeze.
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Thought For A Poem
PoetryHey Guys..!! This is my very first post These are just some of the poems written by me... Some are great ( well at least for me)and some are stupid, But I hope you like them. And if you guys do.. plz give it a like. And let me know your feedback.
