Her eyes make me unsteady
To talk to her, I'm not ready
Her speech makes me breathless
I'm a peasant compared to you, being a princess
Her laugh makes me smile
She makes me feel worth a while
Together we can make shades of purple, out of red and blue
Too bad she has a boyfriend and there's nothing I can do
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Poems
PoetryPoems by someone who isn't good at poems but still likes to write poems. P.s. I'm depressed af so the poems may be a bit depressing sry
