I love her
She makes me smile
She makes me feel high
She fillss my heart and head with joy
She makes me want to live but...
She doesn't love me back
We stood on the edge of the building
The wind brushing through our hair
The coldness slowly becoming warm
Goosebumps arose her form shivering in the cold
Her cheeks the color of a beloved rose
Her nose so pink she could guide Santa through the snow
I wanted nothing more than to hold her but I knew that it would make her feel uncomfortable so I stood to her side and watched her
Everything she does is interesting
Her beauty could never compare
Her nimble fingers brush away her hair
I wanted to do that
Her smile so angelic
I want to be the soul cause of that smile
I watched so many times as she has sat and felt alone surrounded herself with people that didn't care about her and date assholes because she wants to feel loved but I love her
I love her too much to tell her because I know it will only hurt her
I haven't seen her in years and I wonder if she's still the same girl I yearn for
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Poetry Or Words
PoetryWhen I'm hurting inside and my heart aches I write about it... it's not exactly poetry and my vocabulary sucks but I would like to share it.. shoutout to my friend Anna for recommending Wattpad.. Poetic Death is my Oh so dramatic screen name..
