I see her everyday,
And she manages to make my cheeks turn red,
And the thought of her can never leave my head.
I think I've fallen for her,
I think she's fallen for me, too,
But I'm pretty sure that she won't be mine,
Because she belongs to somebody else.
But I find myself staring,
With my music blaring,
And feeling my cheeks turn red and hot,
But how could I not?
But I find myself wanting,
Wanting her touch,
And craving her kiss,
Upon her beautiful lips.
But I find myself thinking,
Thinking of what it would be like,
If she were mine,
And what I want to do with her.
I know I won't get her,
At least not anytime soon,
Because she belongs to somebody else,
Who wants me dead.
But here I am,
Hopelessly chasing after a girl,
That I can never get a grip on,
Hopelessly chasing the girl,
That I am hopelessly in love with.
YOU ARE READING
Love poetry
شِعرIt's a few poems for a girl I like, and she knows who she is, and I hope she'll get to see this... BUT OF COURSE I LEAVE IT OUT TO ANYBODY TO READ XD Oh well no one really knows who I am or who I'm really talking about so fuck it I HOPE YALL LIKE MY...
