I think about him
But he doesn't know me.
I dream about him
But he doesn't know me.
I talk about him
But he doesn't know me.
I obsess about him
But he doesn't know me.
That's just it,
he doesn't know me.
And that's all we'll ever be
Because he doesn't know me.
-jmrh
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A/N: for the "him" who doesn't know of my existence.
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Poetry Is My Diary
PoetryMy diary, written in poem form. My feelings and life bunched into a couple of stanzas. I might post more than one in a day.. Don't copy or I am reporting.
