Part 1 (9/18/2016)
Have you ever had so much torture.
You love him,
He loves her,
He doesn't know.
This kind of hell
So brutal
So silent
Is so unbearable
It's not like a novel where everything works out in the end
It seems unending
And you learn to be a great actor,
Pretending
Your feelings don't exist.
You make up stories when they ask,
Who you would be with,
While in your head you're screaming
Can't you see its you?
You're the one I describe
Your eyes are my favorite color
Your voice is the one that I'd listen to for hours on end and never get tired of
I'd fall asleep in your arms for all eternity if I could.
But I cant, I'm condemned to loving from afar, and you'll probably never know it.
(End of part one)
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RandomA collection of original poems and essays about life, true things that have happened to me, real things I've felt. I've never shared them with anyone so keep your hate to yourself.
