Her
She's beautiful but doesn't know it.
Her eyes tell a story of lost, depression, and sadness.
I ignored the fact I could see that in her eyes.
I lost her before I even had her.
I saw her again yesterday.
With her cute over sized hoodie and sweatpants, with her hair up in a messy bun.
She's stunning
And still doesn't know it.
That angelic laugh of hers is hypnotizing, I could notice it from afar.
Her eyes still tell the same story.
She's an amazing actress
She acts like nothings wrong, when everything is.
I called her on the phone last night
And we talked and talked and talked.
The next time I seen her, her eyes told a way different story.
A story of happiness and love.
She told me, I fixed her.
I told her, she fixed herself.
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Hey so this is my first poem here. I know it's trash. Vote and comment if you liked it. Yes, I'm gay.
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Poetryhi, most of my poems are going to be trash. it's about anything and everything. I love writing poems, they will all be written by me. some of them might have bad Grammar. bare with me. I'm a 13 year old girl. my name is justice. I'm a harmonizer and...
