I know the truth,
I can see it.
It's hidden in your eyes,
and it glimmers when you lie.
I don't see why you try to hide,
or why you run when I say that you're the one.
Is it the fear of being loved?
Or am I too intense for you to handle.
Maybe you're incapiable of knowing if you'll be able to stay afloat in the waves of my
beauty,
spirit,
mind.
I can't figure you out,
boy.
I could use a little help.
I.R.
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Poems & Such
PoetryThis is my first poem book, which was written as I went through the age of 16. It's a collection of poems, love letters, letters, and short stories. -Mainly poems though :)- I hope you get inspiration from this, and start something wonderful.