There's this moment when I realise that the person I'm sitting next to will never change
Or if they do it won't be for a very long time and it won't be because of me,
I won't be the one powerful enough to stir such a storm
No but I'll be the one to start it
He won't be mine for a long time of ever again
But I will be one of the ones that got away because I am worth so much and even in his young, naive mind he realizes this but knows that he is incapable of having me
I am not something to be controlled or understood, I am made to be difficult and I'm never easy
These qualities make me so annoying like my dying curiosity to know everything
But like that curiosity it is also the things that make me so treasured
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Gloom
PoetryA collection of poems that vary in sadness and happiness, Some are sad and the thought of them hurts Poetry marked mature cause you never know and i like to be prepared But have a look and see if you like I wonder if I can make your heart hurt the...
