The way that your lips spoke my name
Made me wish I could truly see.
I wished you looked my way,
Your eyes meeting mine.
Bright green eyes,
Never what you wanted.
What would happen if I was any different?
Would you crave me then
Would your lips beg for mine?
Would your eyes weep for me?
Don’t hate me please.
I just wanna know,
If I could ever be what you want.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
