Her laugh, it made my heart skip an extra beat. Her voice, it made my brain want to hear only her talk.
Don't get me started about her personality. It makes me want to never stop making her interact with me. She's not mine to have, but how I wish she was. She motivates me to get out of bed, and that I'm worth being alive. She makes me feel unique, so original that I can't even acknowledge other people when she's around. I may annoy her, but she doesn't seem to act frustrated with me. I could see myself with her forever. She is just oblivious to the fact that I love her more than anyone on this planet. I wish she could see that I'm the girl for her, and she's the girl for me.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
