I've never noticed eyes before
Until I drowned in yours.
Each day I struggle not to care,
And yet my heart, it soars.
Is crimson in thy lips and cheeks,
And song within my chest;
Though for a woman you were made,
My mind still cannot rest.
You light my dull and vacant life,
Though none of it is real-
For while I shiver in the dark,
Your warmth I cannot feel.
Your words tell me I'm beautiful,
But they cannot be true;
I see perfection in your soul,
And I'm nothing like you.
YOU ARE READING
Pretentious
PoetryA collection of poems. I took the cover photo in a Target. Organized by date written, from oldest to newest.
