How nice it is to feel loved,
a warm sunny day in my stormy disposition,
to not just be a friend,
to feel the fresh rush of a new face,
to look moonward with a matching gaze,
but it is for not,
for that is a prize best won by others,
ive never been good at winning,
or picking my targets,
guess all i can do now is to watch,
as couples prize in their new found strength,
laying weak hearts to shame till they find their match.
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Chemistry and Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
