Apologies if I act askew
It's just that these feelings are somewhat new
And how would I ever get used to loving you?
You're really not my type
Everything you do astounds me
Your strangeness, unpopularity
But somehow someone like you
Can make my heart turn inside out and birth anew
Oh, refreshing, recurring, respite
Making a mess of things
Is all I'm ever good for
And the people around me think I'm crazy
Because I talk to my reflection, but it's only the back of your head
A wave is all I want
So my friends cease to taunt
The only one I've ever loved barely knows I exist.
I've talked to you once or twice,
Three, then four, that was when it started
What I'd never felt before.
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FACES: A Poetry Collection
PoetryExactly what it looks like, a book full of poems. (VERY SLOW UPDATES-I post most frequently on my art book, so I recommend checking that out if you want more content.) (Note: Most of these poems are pretty old and edgy,,, I highly recommend skippi...
