Her midnight hair
The tantalising tangles
Chestnut charcoal eyes
The image never fades,
No matter how he tries
She doesn't know he's
There
It's okay
It doesn't matter
Just being near her persona
Is a gift
If not being granted life
Or the awareness of her divinity does not
Suffice
She passes him in the halls
He writes her name on the walls
Her light leaves him dry
And he continuously asks why
It's not an obsession
Merely an escape
For the eyes don't leave him
The eyes boring into his
Nape
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Intrusive Fragility
PoetryBecause we are fragile. ✂✂✂✂✂ I wrote these poems when i was like 12/13 lmaooo i unpublished this, but decided to put it back up because why not. so, here my emo poet phase is immortalized for the world to see :] -- Updates at random. #Wattys
