I'm sorry that I like them,
When I know they won't respond.
We're so far apart,
But it's so close to my heart.
This may only be just a start,
But I'm not sure how long it'll hold.
I know that it's wrong,
But it just feels so right.
To see them smiling in the empty light.
It's a pleasure to meet them,
It's a pleasure to speak,
It's a pleasure to help them,
When they are in desperate need.
It's hard to keep holding,
The bridge I left in despair,
Its crumbling down on me,
Because it's hard to keep us as pairs.
♥️
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Rant Poems
PoetryAll my Rant poems, which is basically me venting or ranting about something relatable in a short poem. #4 Poetryslam
