Truth
All I can see when I see you is the physical evidence that we were never meant to be,
It's plain and clear you and I together would be nothing more than a stain in your hair
But I can't bare the agony of my jealousy nor the fact that we must remain friends
I could go through countless endeavors and still reach no end where we would be never severed, forever
Forever from now we are still friends but as a secret admirer I grow tired and yet again lay my feelings across the wire hoping for them to dry under your warm glow
I sit face down to the ground but as I look up to see your beautiful face shadowed by the sun I witness nothing but the one desire being teased before me
It's not your fault you are the pinnacle of perfection but from my perspective your problems produce that of witch they contradict
I have never spoken so deeply, I never will,
Still sitting solemnly strongly staring statically so something or nothing could erupt
The something is my hope
The nothing is my drive
The satisfaction from having nothing is what makes me feel alive
If you're to love me I'd say thank you
But as I stay lonely I must say thanks too
Thanks for helping me keep the only emotions I've ever felt
Lust and sadness
Which at this point indirectly led me to madness.
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Truth
PoetryPoems written of true feelings felt during every wake second. These are poems I am writing in school or late at night. Some may be musical/lyrical. Please pardon grammatical errors.